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A Poem by Wraith.

Deconstruct my withered void

A slave to the algedonics

rhythmic pulse rendered bereft

I stand upon the altar lost

wind heaving my static cries

Beyond the veil in this deathless tradition

I plead to purge but the will is lost

translated to reflect below

I'm left blinded by frost

Consumed within ties of blood

© 2014 Wraith.

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Stephen

~~~ Beautiful ~~~ This write refreshing my mind ~~ like some cold winds touched my hot face ~~ blew me away to somewhere else with lovingly faith of happiness ~~ Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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