Chapter 2 – Come for Me

31 Jul

Grey ghost

In rags you dress

Appropriate on occasion

Numbered days oppress my

Reeling soul from feeling

Fresh disease growing

Hourly upon skin

Trembling breath, rise and fall

Obsolete

Words flow with no

Connecting rail

The road to heart

Bridged with fatal scars

For soft new pink

The train of life’s profanities

Does blow it’s horn

Ominous, anonymous

Tradesman without craft

Vein shaft

I lie in wait

To take or be taken

By unknown wrath

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