Nightfall Call

There's something inside you

a glance at mishaps,

made errors by

human senses

or

the force

of

chimera reins.

An elongated Beast

arises,

best to bet

He will not make

the same

mistakes.

It walks,

as everything unhinges,

a plethora of

pretty concepts

for all

to taste.

But nevermind

the ritual

it's all the same.

A part of me

welcomes

as all the others

seek to

Destroy.

And

Fire again,

five shadows,

turn to ashes

by the sand.

And the desert

pretends itself

blue

for

The Night

Now.

All bones

become

gapes,

as oppression

reshapes

into

tainted veins,

forcing an evermore

stapled smile

to persist.

For how many

decades more

to slay

fazed.

I'm awaken

yet only for pain,

and without question

I take off my face.

And the walk never ceases

to amaze me.

Blazes

as the pavement shifts

wobbly,

as I

descend.

But consistently

a steep.

Climbing up the stairs.

For that shock

that comes

always tumbling down

through the channels

of    3  AM

Nevermind,

the shook

as the rages and the

cancers,

hunger for more

outlines to take

with them to

a never-ending

summer,

they're always

another shadow

yet

to blame.

Nightfall.

Again.

Arose.

Through the tunnel

of a lonely

dusk.

The Man.

Climbs down

To Hell.

I s     y e t     a n o t h e r

c a l l

T O   R A I N

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