Ascension [poem]

Stir of echos, darkened souls;

I see perfection inside your flaws.

Your gentle smile, your golden hair,

A whisper telling me beware

Within my nightmares – sweetest dreams;

I hide from truth, I drink blood streams.

I learn to scream, I learn to fail.

A whisper tells me sweet … beware.

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