Far from whole
Taken by ruination
Crawling, through a shroud of wasted weeks
~
Light drains
Love wavers
In the colorless mornings
Spare and cold
~
An old voice dives
Drowning, in the coils of a bleak hereafter
Weighed down with oaths sworn
Leather-bound and buried
~
Far from whole
Before the faint red glow of a promise
Beyond the pull of a dream
White walls
Close in

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