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What are you waiting for?
Confess to me your sins,
Sing to me your sickness.
The sound of beating wings arise,
Miffling unheeded cries.
A parody of deception and lies,
Stalked by the wolves of demise.
Little learned is little gained,
When the important signs a fool disdains.
Destiny shifts to Fate's desire,
The paths converging to split once more.
A thread is cut as a new is woven,
The doors slam shut yet a window opens.
Light is strained as darkness pools,
The shattered fragments revert to whole.
Shadows solid to stroke your face,
Yet your wandering hands find naught but space.
A vacancy here and a candle lit,
A bridge broken over river styx.
Hushed whispers rise to keen,
Eerie wails still cold blood in veins.
Hyperventilate within fight or flight,
Walls close in, shadows thicken to form.
Fall to knees within the snare,
Futile cries for none to hear.
Soft soothings cloud the mind,
Filling the cracks with soft lullabys.
Sweetest dreams in desperate moments,
Horrific nightmares in serenest seconds spent.
Confess to me your sins,
And I'll help you dig your grave.
Sing to me your sickness,
And I'll seal your lips in stitches.
The sound of beating wings arise,
As a peaceful smile replaces anguished cries.
All the while I'll hum with wings,
And sing to you one last lullaby.
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>Written and Published this past December<
