Flesh flowers dream to bloom
Young, with souless introspection
She dances in graveyards past noon
Atop devastation
Faceless goddess I heard you whisper
Softly, tenderly
And my voice was quick to differ
Regretfully.
Black hands massage white dreams
We burnt the shell that binds
Rough love on unknown gravestone
Motive undefined.
Beneath it all lies Heaven
But at 9 past 11
I can't wait
Or let you be the next he devastates.


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