Did I die?
As the ashes of an angel melt bubble and burn my mind,
Smoke clouds my mind and leaves me eternally blind.
Her scars begin to appear upon my flesh, still bleeding,
A rose upon my left leg, pulsing, trembling, breathing.
While I gaze upon the clouded stars, I drop to my knees,
As a storm begins to fall upon me, wind waving the trees.
My glass breast has shattered into a million pieces,
Because I’ve fallen for all of the worst of diseases.
Gravity is the force that shows me my failure,
I can’t be a saint, but i do need a savior.
Because the eyes, of the succubus,
Pains in such great profuseness.
As a murder of crows crowd my corpse of a shell,
I remain in liquid flame buried in a brimstone hell.
My hands are both frozen, my sights getting bright,
My face is on fire, who turned out the lights?
Did I die?...
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