First light,
Death by sorrow,
Caricatures etched in ice;
Kissing tongues locked in frozen embrace.
He travels by light,
Reaching the eyes of Universal Time;
Hertz his Heartbeats closer to Nothing,
Feel a fine loss of bloody cells;
Imprisoned by Mercury Years;
A smoldering heap, hating introversion,
Lost in isolation, forgotten by green things;
The ash flows in the air, coating vivid memories.
Ebony Embers,
Charcoal Faces drawn on stone;
The last man waits for the last love,
Hoping hell won't take him too soon.
[16:10|03.8.012] ©c.thomas.carter
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