Saturday, July 26, 2014

Trace

Call it darkness or
Madness
These echo mirrors whisper
Secrets
Outside, silver clouds wink
As they drop their nestlings to
The pavement
The deathly wail of winter winds
Who carry our sacrifice to
Her bitter ends
Behind these glass walls
Their song is muted
We long for truth in
These lines
Even as we inhale the lies
You almost caught me
This time
I didn't hear her approach
Didn't think she'd know
Just what not to say
Today
She follows the tracks
Swallows her thoughts
Again
What dream has been chased away
This time
The echo chooses
To show her eyes
I can see the death in them
And this world once euphoric
Has opened the vein again
Stained her dress with sin
The clasp released
The blood flows
The mirrors dissolve
All I've got
Is this moment alone.

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