living on the edge
graced by the shores
tangled in oblivion
of the absent minded
trace fragments of blood
spilled all around heaven
falling to the earth
a crimson liquid of mine
an image tarnished
a dying breath
laughter soft and mad
the denial of both
the will of life
bestowed upon shoulders
narrow and fragile
looking for divinity
i fall short
of what's predetermined
i fall short
of the unimagined
i fall short..
i fall short..
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