My pen shakes spilling
earthquakes upon an empty page
painting white lies
upon an empty canvas
the words stuck on repeat
rhythmic with the last song played
while the amber crusted leaves
still lay red
in a coat of blood

darkness fist fights with light
just like i wrote last night
daggers still glued
within my scabbed chest
painted by my steady hand
a calendar ago
when i matched my rhymes in lines 
like twins of sin

i weep to explode ink
and burst like broken water-mains
starving to feed the flame
 of extinguished fires

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