Cleansed; Soft DeathMature

Everything circled the drain like blood,

Was washed away like filth in rain,

Down the drains below the street,

The mistakes of the world all cleansed,

Like polished silver brought to shine,

Or diamonds in the dying light,

Of the melting amber sun,

Pink clouds break apart and glide away,

Shattered like spilt crystals,

Raining stars,

Poison still swirls in water,

Oceans as black as blood,

But it is diluted to gentler form,

Of death,

Angels fall from cocaine-coloured cliffs,

Bodies shatter, dark souls set free.

The End

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