Reach

Updated: 2 days ago


The parched roots of your skin

The decay of your awareness

Please turn back

Come back from your temptations

Free yourself

Here you can be spared in bliss

I know where you are headed

Where no reflection is familiar

Where love means war

Because spite deprives the soil

in the valley of red mists.

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