mere ashes revived by a precocious ray...
Lucifer baptises the nocturnal shadows with the name of Phoenix,
for what seemed the epilogue becomes A - lurid sand
crawling within an opaque hourglass...
suicidal shadows metamorphose into inertial resignation
concealed by the prophecy of a lucent better,
feigning the paradox, hypnotizing vision,
injecting the vigour-draining morphine which benumbs emotion...
not leaving anything but dust... and blurred senses...
Breathe dust - the hypocritical lungs pretending to inhale a fragrance of jasmine,
while reddish mirrors display a corpse bewilderingly running through the corridors...
blind target...
the intimacy is profaned by ubiquous eyes
invisible...but to the selenar darkness...
for those who still believe tomorrow is another day
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