A delicate estrangement—an insurrection of high stakes—
The costs beset the
murmured voice—jostling for dismay— Panic stills the arches, belittling what’s
been frayed
There’s fervor in the
accolades and damage in the cup—Tarnishing the wind chimes, deconstructing all
that’s loved—
Skewing the firmament
in all things corrupt
As addled insteps
disable, a forgotten seam is stitched—Contaminating the structures, envisioning
the touch—The howl of the banshee—stretching the crux of this hex
Tainted rains stir
deceptive—with emotion, syllogisms grow— Windswept and staining, the
compositions first possess the truth—eagerly diluting trust, turning friends to
foes
Duplicity covets
eyestrain, through disjointed combinations—
Furtive glances
whisper—each syllable eclipses stillness while dancing in the half-life—abusing
the elements of sedation
And as moisture fondles,
each symbol demystifies—the salve and the possession—the cymbal and the
crutch—caressing the suffocation softly—as do the lullabies of pain
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