• The Dead Travel Fast

    by  • November 22, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    Into the echoes we cast curses
    Slightly slipping further spirals
    Redeemer dreams the demon seeks
    Yet monsters grow, the promise keeps
    The solace strong with ribbon words
    A laced asylum she is not heard
    An orchid kiss does grow with time
    The slowest song of steel to throat
    We bear the heart with traitors coats
    And masks we wear we live within
    To trust a ghost you see the sin
    Winds enchant the sail to sing
    Purpose draws what reason brings
    She is drawn like rivers flow
    Linger long the spirals grow
    Hull splinters taint the swimmers drown
    The ship is lost ghosts hold the helm
    Let the wreckage lie left in past
    The lovers die but the dead travel fast

    One Response to The Dead Travel Fast

    1. Beautifully written
      November 22, 2016 at 7:55 pm

      Just wanted to let you know I appreciate youre writting.

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