Marked By Redemption's Kiss

Like the unfurling buds of a hungry flower,

 we all have our moments of glory

however brief; the bitter, the sweet, the sour.

We're all threatened by our mortality

the silent clock ticking in you

and me.

It whispers during the stale of the night

Why you, you'll never win this fight.

We pull the blinds back over our eyes,

and think sweet nothings, sweet lies.

Oh how we waste our life with  empty dreams

never truly taking into account what we've seen.

The End

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