The Dying Flame

Do you know I am alive?
Even after you  sentenced me to a continuous  contracted death
I stir when I peer into a peril sun bleeding my ruins dry
A city of ashes and ambition  lost upon jagged grey slabs of shifting stone
Set to cut the core from this rotten apple  congealed  with failing sin
All you love will crucify you in the end
The blade twists in a final state of searing pain
As you wear that veil of constant blame
For a smothering  flame 



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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