Sour Skies

Sour skies searching through lies
An ocean of bright eyed strange abnormality
Dancing in the cast of night
A purple passion scribbled out

Lives blurred by time
Scarred out cuts
A span of sheer shattering
The quest never stopped

Looking neath mossed over stones
Beyond thorny roses of black
Red passion purifying bloodied wounds
Where the angel so still

Awaits the one soul of rescue
In which the seeker rests
And love grows with the undergrowth
Towering high above the trialing sadness to overcome weakness

green-sky-up-tree

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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