Beheld through glass eyes
The terrible turn that assured her doom
A tiny grave marks the spot
Where we bled in unison
A flower there to commemorate despair
I drive slowly past the cathedral of dreams
Gazing on the emptiness
I feel the cold chill of blatant stares
A second glance disturbs my indifference
Sharp pain burns through the equator of my heart
Lashing flames lick through my fingertips
I can taste the sulfur of your disdain
I stand alone in this prism of unknown sadness
I will face you and your self important façade
I am still standing despite your fallen angels
Walking through palpable fear
My mind is a casualty of time travel
At first I embraced consciousness
And mind expansion
Now I long for centuries of sleep
A cease to the images of sorrow
Do not photograph my blood letting go

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