All rise, a hunger within me rakes
I lift my arms, another abode lies higher,
A place for my sacrifice ,
Wherein lies a timeless heart’s tale,
No longer changes wherein the yearn
Of a heart’s medieval tryst with a saint,
All alone, desperation of dreams cut,
In smile’s I am cut deep
A talisman of night, the smirks too recede,
Lingers along where a curtain of seamless morning,
Whereby leaves a tale of a withering flight,
Dreams of night, I live for once it’s hatred
Wake to a pain, I bleed a smile-hunters rest,
I change,a discoursed flight away from the sun. .
shadows alive,will me for once closer..
a bleeding heart can so much only tell'
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