cold as a kiss
frozen
at the moment of impact
scorching lips
sealed
the faint sting of being crushed
the intoxicating awakening of my shattered soul
drifting between
fiery walls of heaven
and the piercing whispers of purgatory
there is no time for imagination
reality has stripped us of our ability
to let go and be free
our liberty
at the intersection of this sphere
and tomorrow
silence engulfs us
as sirens
lure our senses
to our demise
caught
skewered
sweet death
resurrection
purification of the demons within
this moment
survives
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