Play My Tone – Twisted Prose

memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me,

my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh,

searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness,

yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began,

blood and the cries of the mother,

my suffrage,

my pittance for prayer,

lay down before me and know that today may be silent,

but tomorrow will break free…

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