Angels Unseen

 

 

I bled the ink of all your pain
I bled the ink of all your pain

Whisper to me gently you sovereign ache: you painful memory of such delightful sorrow. Beyond the tears, the scars, and all such fears, haunting me delicately  with such beautiful things, I am ablaze with recollections; this blast furnace reverie rages in the black unforgot. Cannons thunder as this contemplation stretches across the years: I held you once before and yet lost you in time; then, profoundly, rediscovered you within the shadows beating around my soul: carved marble statues still bleed, but as angels unseen in the dark, I bled the ink of all your pain and fashioned my words all over again. I miss you softly—at least, now I can, properly.

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