Detonate

The dark of the Daevic shadows

The whisper of the stark night

The light of the sweet meadows

The grandeur of your lost fight

.

He creeps past your old bones

And laces your senseless spine

Embraces your faded name set in stone

And slithers lethally “You’re solely mine”

.

Dulled by a chisel, to an empty start

Indulged in liquors of the bitterest sin

Sedated by his cold, your ticking heart

Never knew he pumped it with nitroglycerin

.

The vespertine of the blurred figures

The susurrus chants of burned sedate

The blinding bright of heavenly whispers

As your heart goes off and you detonate.

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