I shall make it short:
resuscitation of vaporized saints,
breathing the life of high doses of ascension,
hypodermal treatment of souring eyes.

what were you thinking?
what did you try to prove?
why did you have to bear this shame?
...I just don't seem to understand me.

it came steaming out,
surrounded me and made me praise
the glowing nightmare of the past
it was the sick saturation of the day glorified by emptiness of the cold night.
somewhere close enough my memories were being raped.

It winds up
and spreads through my veins,
carrying the bite all the way.
the spiral, the question left unanswered deep within.

a Man wasted away,
with his sins still hanging heavy from
his decaying battered remnants,
the cruelty is when the world just refuses to forget you.

Nostalgia,
where eternity mixes with light
and they suddenly rush in your mind, forcing you out.
now my dusty soul is hanging somewhere in there,
still throwing the coins inside the shallow smelly river.

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