while this bares
in a tone of blue-gray it
lingers of nothing more than
silence
it's emotionless and
embraces me within the absence of my muse
a secluded whim of
dispassion slays my artistic
alchemy
oh
i mourn
between each despairing breath
and readily surrender my heart
for the price
of ullage
drowning, drowning...
i curse the heaven's for such an unfathomable
curiosity!
where are the days that have
never dreamed of quarreling with my soul--
when life bequeathed to me a beauty
of such imaginings?
how i cry out
to part with my seducing gift but,
through chicanery, my voice perfectly fails.
i am
utterly
dead.
in a tone of blue-gray it
lingers of nothing more than
silence
it's emotionless and
embraces me within the absence of my muse
a secluded whim of
dispassion slays my artistic
alchemy
oh
i mourn
between each despairing breath
and readily surrender my heart
for the price
of ullage
drowning, drowning...
i curse the heaven's for such an unfathomable
curiosity!
where are the days that have
never dreamed of quarreling with my soul--
when life bequeathed to me a beauty
of such imaginings?
how i cry out
to part with my seducing gift but,
through chicanery, my voice perfectly fails.
i am
utterly
dead.
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