season of stillness
change is but an echo
reminiscing of bittersweet love
turned pale

high art lust ....
magic and secrecy at its finest
stirring about in the shadows of debauch
no windows only a solemn wick

painting the walls with solitude
external existance
a mask....
a hermit by gods design

the netherworld the abyss
that place in between
torn between two worlds
sometimes colliding

leaving a residue

as if only to say
there's more than meets the eye...

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Thank you for sharing.