A Whisper in Time
One vice and but a small one
Becomes the hallmark of many
Where in this vast, uncaring place
The blackened lung cannot be differed
From the dark and shrouded mind
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Veiled My Eyes
Veiled my eyes
Behind the thin, turquoise blind
Fighting for dominance, always
Against the blanket of the night,
Ablaze by thousands of holes
Pierced in the flesh
Of the oscillating darkness.
Song To The Bride
Heart of The Jungle
You are a mason of secrets gnarled
Chiselled deep in wooden trunks
Where flesh is born tender and red
Today you weave a silken canvas, calloused by sun
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