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Defiance

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Ten years I watched a grave in flames
It was Wasteland after Wasteland

Scarred Madonna, this was the rapture
that I was awake, I was awake, I was awake 
The briefly gorgeous don't last 
It was necessary that I collapse 
(For secret reasons, the universe was to be discontinued!)
Defiance the night tides were rising  
Yes I was haunted by pasts 
Burning summer was a murmur in my ears 
I wanted rid of it even if it meant winter fire
Somehow I was a winged thing sinking
I wasted and I wasted
Nothing seemed worth chasing 
Winter fire it was paradox wasteland 
I was witnessing the end of all things 
Wake the dawn I was gone I was gone 
I said to the dark vales like a clairvoyant : the vastness would swallow me 
And then I was a vanishing 
The writing of the disaster 
The disaster is what I was after 
Obliterate me necropolis of the night 
Gargantuan darkness
and I panicked—
I panicked like shivering starlight 
It was the darkness and not the light that was undying 
Even the undying darkness had to hide
Yes I vanished into desire 
There was delight in darkness 
There was darkness in delight 
That Darkness is not Door
This is the wasteland you waited for 
Desire like a confessing priest
Under the footprint of a deity I was perishing
Desire the wasteland it was a grace of flames
I wanted undying abyss and oh the abyss I witnessed
I held the darkness like a keepsake
Bridges to killing spring
As if a deity had found a hole in me
As if a demon had found a home in me
Hive to honeycomb
Desire burned like devastation in me
First I submitted to burning summer
And then I worshipped winter’s oblivion
Darkness dreaming stations of the cross
The seas were screaming as burnt creatures in charred meadows
The midnight visage had stitches like Coraline’s creations
Madonna the seamstress she was weaving wastelands
Madonna I was a grave of flames
I told the deities time was perishing
The eras came and went 
Madonna she vanquished flames 
Fire in winter, the enigmas multiplied 
Madonna the paradox vanquishing spring 
Yes the mornings were striking midnights 
And I was a vanishing 
Annihilating spring was a far thing 
But I was momentarily immortal at midnight
For a whisper of oblivion I would have killed the night lilies under onyx skies
It was Odysseus leading the sirens
I witnessed the lightning strikes
And I called them light 
Desire's hand maiden, I vanished into dark waves of silent spring 
What Wasteland, servant of the apocalypse 
You had me dreaming I was perishing in the arms of wasteland 
Worst of all I wanted it 
She vanquished oblivion 
And it came back singing 
Confession I was desire perishing 
Resting empress of light Madonna she survived the undying desire 
I fractured like flame in ammonite midnights
Surviving annihilation 
Carrion flowers, yes the darkness of desire raising the midnight veil 
I witnessed the universe’s fire and ice’s demise and it was crucifix 
Night rising like the opalite moon after an eclipse
Pyre in the abyss, it was an enigma like silent spring 
That I was still here witnessing 
Drowning in the oblivion of the things I chose
And then a roaring spring rose 
Savior and sentencer
I was in love with
The Fragility 
I desired that it would kill me 

tags: when I was nineteen he called me Madonna, smoking under starlight
Tuesday 10.14.25
Posted by Nika