Drenched in
the perfume of night
Impasto of burning oils
forming continents on
my outstretched arms,
erupting crimson pain
brings stains of shame.
Limbs that leave
their nests of red
to spin the reels of pain.
Attach the nails
and electrodes,
spin the reels again.
Retreating hunger
running through the years.
Carrying the scorn
on skeleton wings.
Fast fading roses!
Non-lingering words.
Scythe be my instrument...
Through dreams I now rage!
Storm me,
with the sharpness of mind.
Swift hammer
pierce the shoulder of time.
Behind the sunset,
with movement regained.
I run,
Devoid of motion,
devoid of a name
attach the nails and electrodes
black moratorium,
my haven of refuge.
©infj-loki
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