EDEN COME

I live in a house of swords and mirrors
A life shaped into points edges and planes
Everything separated
A world thru window pains

The glass etched with acid
The chimney black with smoke
Painted walls and long dark halls
Within a world my own invoked

My house is full up with gleaming things
To ground I’m bound. But I want my wings

Armories & amor are keys
In catacombs and memories
A burning sky
Beside the sea
Beautiful desolation
Surrounds me

A garden full of weeds
Snakes and apple trees
Crows roost in the lees
Smoke in the breeze

A world of your own
Is our truest home
Wherever I roam
I still inside a white dome

R U in a RUIN
DO YOU NEED AN EDEN?

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