"grace on fire"
the heavens called it..
there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
chaos
bondage
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...
barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..
I'll see you in my dreams
Reading this, I can feel my feet turn stone cold , an icy breeze touch my skin and my sight grow dim. Utter dungeon-ness..
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