As I lie here, propped against the wall,
My eyes gaze out across the sky,
I drink in every drop of darkness,
Drain the apple of my nigh.
The navy air flows freely in amongst the tainted light,
Creates a glow of ashen spice,
Caress, entice,
Deludes my sight.
A wisp of shadow on the air,
A brush of shattering emotions,
Angel, dark, is all but fair,
When bound in ice is crafted notions.
Always flowing with the night,
The rhyming cycle of the year,
Oh, what a twisted form of light,
If ever 'twas to grace us here.
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