Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Periwinkle Dusk

I wander in a fountain of crimson misery.
The sky once so azure is now the tainted
Scarlet that pumps in my wrists.

The pain pulses and leaves
Shadows of regret in my mind.
Without a goodbye, I'm forced
To traverse a world I don't belong in.

I am haunted by circumstance.
I search for something I'm not sure I can find.

It's worth more than gold, and beats with intensity.
It was mine, now etched with the traces of hell.
A glance here, a glance there,
I don't know how to get to hell anymore.

My thoughts dance a sinister jig around
Around my existence.
They turn an ink-like black and I wonder what
True death tastes like.

Memories laced with horror, I fear purgatory, I fear limbo.
I fear a periwinkle dusk I will never enjoy.

The veil is so thick, the worlds have become one.
Fingers tainted in despair, I am looking to attract demons
To take me to hell to search and embrace what
Has been taken from me.

There are only so many midnights I can withstand
Before I disintegrate with the raindrops into
A heartless cadaver.

I cannot be thrown into the sewers of this realm,
Alone and hated, drowning in the worlds filth.
I will not let my soul get caught in the grey,
Where nothing shines.

I will not be a garnish to the devils that took from me
The only thing I had going for this world.

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