colours blend turning to black as the sunsets on another day
lived again on the edge of a rusty blade balanced on the tip of another soul
how would you know what it means to feel as my bleeding fingertips stain the sun
reflected in the convex mirrors distorting the shades of yesterday
hints of redemption savour the Harlequins trust blown as kiss in the ether
standing on time borrowed from the Gypsy as she casts another spell into the wind
awakening huddled tightly into your soul as it calms me from the shadows
I capture your breathe in mine and gather thoughts and dreams as the waves break
saving the wreckage outcast as a comfort scattered amongst a crackled sky
redemption scribbled quickly on the back of a postcard yet to be sent
seven skins devoured temper the soul as we dream of a clear blue sky
inject adrenaline appeasing the heart as my head bows and cries as I inject again
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