Lying below
A towering threshold
Tattered visions
Parade the air
Unrelenting regret
Lull me with disdain
Shall I enter This?
This garden of deceit
Oh come to me
My arms are reaching out
Oh I'll smother you
Engulfed by your foliage
Your kiss keeps me planted
Only in my heart
Cover me with flowers
In spite of all the hours
They've spent rotting away
Within your grasp
The din of wings
As they fly away
Birds of beauty
Are birds of prey
This thought binds
In spite of unending dread
To better times
Only to come hereafter
Set me down upon the stone
Where all noise ceases to be
I'll let them devour
Let me be free
No more sun on these eyes
No more growth in midst of flies
Wither now wither now
As if creation was a farce
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