It's a new kind of thing,
and it comes with the morning.
Some new kind of misty fuzz,
needing some new kind of buzz.
It's a new way to go,
Something cold, something low.
Some new kind of zoom,
an archaic, primordial soup of doom.
In the ephemeral twilight,
see what shudders the heart
& keeps us from breathing.
Glimpse the sight,
run & hide from the night!
On my skin,
I taste the tears of night
I Feel the sinister rain of morning,
Morning is burning!
Conception is burning!
I must be on my way to heal,
This pain is necessary
for me to Feel.
Must find the scenery
for my soul to bleed.
At the center of life's degradation,
a constant rotation,
Of endless alteration,
is there salvation?
I need the burning!
I bleed the scenery,
I feel it!
Somewhere Silent weeps
the tears of Evening..
Daylight breaks infernal!
(Image is Burning!)
Deep within the void,
Burns a cauldron heart
(our minds/souls)
Within our time.
Find a day;
bridge this divide to stay.
Through the night.
(A Union Of Opposites)
©infj-loki
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