Saviour

Silence steals my reverie
I spin tales on my wrists
Veins drained of misery
Blade of need slices sanity

Your touch, a vibrating stroke
Senseless devotion unspoken
Ecstatic periphery of moods
Each tone sharpened on desire

As slaughtered soul encroaches
Lonesome whisper weaves spells
Cover of night coalesces our pain
Ink, the cocktail for our dreams

Words deconstruct all defenses
Our muses dance upon graves
Inciting freedom for ardor to roam
A torrid journey brings us home

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