disconsolateness.

Written by blossom666

A plethora, the souls laceration from reality

the seppuku of broken spirits, how it pains

me, your wails auscultate the planchement.

Silence. Coruscation, red, blue, red, blue.

Darkness.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

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