A Spider's Last Moment
Contributed by
minus_blindfold
on
Monday, 6th February 2006 @ 10:44:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Like a dreaming angel,
Lying curled in the circles of Hell,
This precipitous weir of a kind heart,
Losing Himself in His lustful faux for perfection,
While covered in the blood of a wraith,
Even the purest of eyes glazed black with anguish and deterioration,
Passed nightmarish,
Plus, the feeling of searing flames all around,
Yet engulfed by coldness inside,
This numbing thought,
Of the worst,
Whilst the best is forgotten,
Alive and dreaming/Dead and remembering,
Both with memories like the essence of patience,
While a lacerated vain is steadily soaked in vile memories,
The red water proves we’re alive,
Only a fastened vein grants a safe passage for the kinder to follow,
To endure the passions of life,
But for now I dream,
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion.
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