In the jaws of hell,
Sliding into oblivion,
Seeking salvation from empty pubs,
Bottles preaching blissful truth,
Yet in sad letters, we deliver our sermon.
Blurred by unknown elements,
Sipped in frowning tears,
We sought doors of happiness,
Rat-infested in winding courts of opinions,
Misstepping joyous creation,
Soaked in waning hope,
Memories haunting,
We fold to the idea of the sun.
Petals drenched,
We dug out our purpose in affection,
Dancing upon the sheets of unmerciful innocence,
Screams held by the heavens' curse,
Sin bound in unspoken fantasy.
Fading whelps shouting in corridors,
Panting truth shades imprinted on bed lamps,
Bloodstained in deeds of angels,
Fallen in marital bliss yearning.
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