was it ?
Hurt i feel was never cared in the darkness of processions .
Candle me in verses.......
it burns with a wax on the thoughts of my minute
stinging , it washes ME momentarily .
The thorns fluctuate in between petals of crimson adoring me , desirous .
there's a frail ship on my mask
colliding waves cruelly dip by
pushing me in >>>
Stuttering for an end
strands of gasps escape my death
it envelops me in a warm tale but
suddenly
it leaves
my veins fumble for possessions
my temple looses its shrine
stolen from Gems
Iinsecure
My dry heart laughs the sin in faith
Excellence
virtue falls
arms flayed - something missing
no
it slowly comes in strands
Red drops from the grains of my body
faith redeemed in seizures .
Bless Me
in One piece .
** sin***
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