I am walking,
clutching fists once more,
sealing the passages long forgotten
arteries of heartache
dry wells ring and trip all over my
chest, making out
a host of me
“call it a day, desist some memories”
oh well
drawing a blank midway
skipping battlegrounds,
armed antagonists await my arrival
while I stealth my way to
the wrong direction
corpses of tomorrow
and riches of today
silver gates and arrows of mirth
re;life?
you dare bereave me mephistopheles?
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