After-effected by embrace
I'm looking for your arms so tender…
I am internally distressed
And ready for my sweet surrender…
But no you…
Just phanthoms dashing
Their shades on shoulders by my side…
No voice…
Screams…
And darkness hashing
Confides your secrets
Whelming wide…
They touch my palms and make me sleeping…
They soothe my pains and guard my breath…
They whisper rules and ways of keeping
Apart the edges of the death…
Withhold my arms attiring feathers
And teach the way of moving wings…
And off I go losing tethers…
To make this night you king of kings…
After-effected by embrace...
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