purgatory
Red skies turn to royal blue,
melting lava that cools in the night's frost,
screams from the corridor,
tainted souls,
blackened hearts,
blindness eradicates imagination,
not blind,
just hiding,
hiding from the swarming masses,
they pick ur bones clean,
imagination prevails in purgatory,
where ur soul is owned,
but ur mind is free,
roaming angels that dote on blackness,
not pure and white,
blackness,
screams in my mind,
my soul is tainted,
i sink into darkness,
blackness,
red skies turn to royal blue,
but only in my dreams,
blackness,
and swarming vulchers.
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