This one is about twilight although I wrote it at dawn. Once again on the bus.

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Morbid pitch

Fighting dawn’s gravity

Hiding the lulls

Of insanity

Terrified shrieks of terror

Cut short

Purr of lamia pleasure

In the dark

Never be there complete light

Never what is, only what might

Deepening shadows of old

Envelope new life and long dead mold

Blood red blue fills the skies

Angels harken to the cries

Ethereal beings weep in sorrow

Waiting for the coming morrow