Retreat

 

 

 

 

Peripheral Promise

I think I hear a voice

Behind me in the distance

saying something I can't quite catch.

I swear I hear a voice,

something about forgiveness,

a fantasy I'll never get.

I know I hear a voice

calling me from the distance

reminding me of what I left.

I think it's HER voice,

screaming about repentence

trying to unwind regrette.

I swear its HER voice.

It slumbers all my serpents

and quickens all my breaths.

I turn to face HER

Her eyes destroy my curses

Her smile invades my chest

Such a holy sad smile

Frost on a sun's surface,

where the sleeping pheonix rests.

The past comes back to life

what I wouldn't give to purchase

its means to ressurect.

 

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