Times have penetrated the uncertain night,While I'm touched upon by the shadows of crimson fear,
To rip this mask and enter this womb of lust,
To ponder the lost fire of the heat...
Farewell my friend,
I see the afraid pallor on your face,
When you and I part ways for the jaunt to the sun,
While we're basked in unpredictability...
This alley for battle of the soul,
That lamp post illuminated for hope,
To fade in the mist of life,
To assimilate into our renaissance....
This wardrobe that contains our fragments of life,
To cloak of our union,
Irksome truth of disintegration,
To battle the storm of judgements...
Picture from the net- ( artgallery.com.ua)
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