Morning greets the night
Dying vapors dissipate
Her heart is perfect
Sight
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Morning greets the night
Dying vapors dissipate
Her heart is perfect
Contemplating deeply
Midst the haze of uncertainty;
Observing the flock of dilemmas
Gathering, upon a hill of stones.
Phantoms rise
Circling vapors carry
Unavoidable tandem
Delight abandons the sky
Frightened by gruesome reflections
Images no longer hidden
Behind the veil
Contentious desires falling
Among devilish illusions
Drowning beneath nightmare’s fathoms
Begging into the night
Pleading against the
Dissipating kindness
Fleeting thoughts turn desperate
Seeking unattainable refuge
Weary of feigning civility
Aspirations fading to dust
Quietly burned away
By the silent sunrise
Cosmic wonders pouring rain
Consciousness dripping turmoil
Back bending in supplication
Kneeling deep in debauchery
Spirit dying in filth
Searching for gratitude