Colorless Mornings

Colorless Mornings

Far from whole

Taken by ruination

Crawling, through a shroud of wasted weeks  

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Light drains

Love wavers

In the colorless mornings

Spare and cold

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An old voice dives

Drowning, in the coils of a bleak hereafter

Weighed down with oaths sworn  

Leather-bound and buried

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Far from whole

Before the faint red glow of a promise

Beyond the pull of a dream

White walls

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