my lessening princess
before you fade
hand up to me
your tragic agony of beauty
my faraway...
if any old thing
we'll find love in one another
my dream spilling
blood swollen little savior
my weakness and waste of flesh
o keeper of all that I hold
secret and defiling
dear and grisley
lost and fucking rabid
watch the skies
as event horizon arrives
while everything you comprehend
to be demons
ripping your life apart
is but the kiss of Christ
in your moment of needing
as you fade
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2026 01:53
- Category: Sad
- Views: 5
- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.
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Comments1
This poem seems both fantastic as if Aladdin calling the genie and at the same time surreal in a changing landscape. Well done
Thank you, friend.
You are most welcome
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