Widowed Skies

Days have flourished in the drain
Of misery and hatred, yet I do dream in the
Surreal, that the glimpse of hope may
shelter me through her ashes of diamonds

Days surpassed,Me thriving in the
Fountain of treacherous insight ,meanwhile
Corroding souls lurking through
Oblivion with lustrous pearls flowing through
Their eyes.I in the storm of solitude,
Longing for my lost mistress, for the sequestrated
Act I had deemed.

Doubt and Remorse were my
Only allies, resembling the very epitome of
Chaos.The Child of insolence
Pestered me on every night,only my mistress of
Love would give the key from this

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