Des– @desecrated-hope - Tumblr Blog

Solace trickled downstream into a ravaged heart,

Where scars and blood weaved a graphic art.

Within, were gnawing, lonely rings,

They sounded high in empty winds.

Where I sit with myself, I see brilliant fragments.

I see myself with her, and our merry entanglement.

I see joy, and play, and love and cheer,

But fragments fade, I lose all that I endear.

My final days were not rain, but maple and snow,

When ice turned red giving a soft, faint glow.

The tears left flakes, the stars mourned and wept.

A man who suffered of all the love he kept.

I lost myself along the way, so will I find a way back?

The desire to be noticed.

Release control.

Terms with death.

I etched my smile on a wall, knowing it'll quickly fade.

Perhaps what I lack now is my code of honour.

Weight of heart.

So is this really it, the past spiralling into the future?

All cuts hurt, no matter how you paint it.

I see the sins of others in me, so I forgive.

Tell me again, was it all pretend?

Can't forget what you said, can't forget what you said.

Bleeding all over, bleeding artfully.

I never smoked a cigarette, but be sure that I smoked on disappointing circumstances.

I've met someone today who was afraid of the revival of their desires.

There's freedom in knowing nothing's guaranteed.

I sought a companion in you, a companion with no bounds.

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