Reaping Forest Calm

Cynics

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Cowards form the veil. Sampling of the salt. Desire looking
glass.
In evening they shall come. Pity stains our hands. Insects bite
my
eyes. Forever calling home. Reaping forest calm. Long painful
hymns, a dirge of blackened day. Falling to my knees to kiss
the
horses tongue. Moonlight invades, cancerous lust. Drawing a
smile,
bold men have tried. With sugar we taste, through darkness we
fall. In memories lost hope, I seal my eyes. Through vertigo's
touch, and a northern winds breeze, onward I search and forever
I'm lost. It feels like an eternity since I last saw the light
on
your face, and if I recall, you left me the wind and taught me
to
fly. I must have you for one last time and I will pay for my
sins
with one thousand lashes from the roses stem across the very
chest
that holds my beating heart.