Collecting You

My eyes darken on the horizon as 3am draws in

and I watch the fires ignite on the shoreline

It’s nearly time...

I walk the beach beyond the broken boardwalk

Seething with the nights compulsion

Sharpened to every heartbeat

In tune with every soul

A silhouette of a ripped and stained frame

Stained with danger

My ashen demeanour, tense and alert

Broken and berserk

I’m a lived-in character

You could say…

But I confess to you that mortality is a lie

If you decide not to die

and those shadows that you fear

Is a sanctuary for your tears

While darkened angels watch over you

Voyeurs in a fabricated garden

Never free from fantasy

A product of your insanity… Perhaps

Stuck between the ragged seams of the living and the dead

But supercharged beyond all you’ve read

Darkened angels ready to pursue

It’s nearly time...

To come for you...

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