Savoringly whipped to vengeance
Riddled lapse of angst
The sound of bordered rasps, my coquette
I hover just above, the melting Helio sun
Desperate pique of the war
In friends, in lovers, in moms,
Harboring lust to mildew
The crack of thunder, a strike of light
Savoring arrival to murderous regret
Hear, of a cold Autumn night
Wrapped in sleeves of clovers
Has my luck run out?
Ill-fated doom, unforgiving god
The unloaded dreams of my
Future, one so painfully bright
I can reach out to touch but alas,
The war has just begun
In ankles, in arms, in fellows
To prove one’s right, the blood must flow
An anchor womb, the dark vivarium of the soul
Deep, hollow Sirens keep me waking
In the middle of the night
The fight must go on!
Or else, what do I have to live?
A war has only so much to give
Ceaseless fire-strung pain
Or else, a love awaits
To refute my dreams, I must
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