CRYPTIC UNDERGROUND

My limbo sleeps on feather quilts,

Death, knocks, upon my door

My need to bleed for years of guilt,

Will whisper, “nevermore”...

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Blinded by the lies of self,

In sorrow’s sullied scenes

Words, doomed to die on dusty shelves,

From the heart of a dancing queen.

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Confusion sought my company,

In this cryptic underground

Delusion brought me to my knees,

In my madness to be bound.

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Make deep the cut, sow well the seed,

Hold your dagger to my quill

When white doves cry and ravens bleed,

Truth gathers for the kill...

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My sorrows float on purple seas,

Pain bleeds on shores of stone

I die this night in ecstasy,

For tomorrow breaks my bones...

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Copyright - Wendy Phelan Edit/2020

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