Lying in the beauty of death

Stained bones growing through cemetery gardens  

watered,  by darkened rain...

  red canopies

 of anguish umbrella high...

 

lost,

wandering 

through forests,

suppressed in claustrophobia

eyes no longer see,

feet

stumble over bloodied coals

into bodies,

weeping crimson tears,

 

lying in the beauty of death

 

 

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