Wrapped under the stars
Wrapped in bars
Sour desolation
Migrate southward
Colorful blood
Visions bleak
Self hate, self love
Build perfection;
Weekend fantasies
Uncompromised,
The setting sun
Hums a dry whisper
Red world swirled in black,
Echoing death
The still chaotic
Breathes and sighs
Endless swamp regurgitates
Fallen stars
Mind lost,
Space void
Contradicting sides
Hurl a wind
In a wrong turn
It's mine to have and to burn
Written 10-05-2014
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