Life in Velvet

de Between The Buried And Me

Fresh air grips me
Rolling hills on far
The smell of the living
Awakens all I am

Lift my limbs to focus
Beauty is in sight
The hours I cherished are now false

My last exhale is purple smoke
Knees crash down on velvet robes

Dark worlds engrossing
Our Sun is sleeping

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