Saturday, June 11, 2011

As we fight

Words sharpened on a devils tongue
Sapphire pleasantries cease to exist
Calming discrepancies blend into shape
Swallows fly the silver skies no more
Pluck the yellow storm from these eyes
As regret takes its place upon this heart

Glorified in silken robes caressing the shadows
A smile takes its new life in the horridness of time
Eyes tell a thousand stories of a daggers reside
Sounds herald the enslaved’s revolt against
Participate in the disregard for the turning of a back
This last kiss will be a kiss of death for the ignorant

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