Inside my head.

Blatant scenes from the past…

It all occurred inside my head.
Now, all your memories are dead.
Fumes of burnt letters.
Ruins of smashed armors.
Triggered acerbic words.
Said only by dull cowards.
Floating feathers of steep dreams,
where you rolled away in streams
Of odourless scents of a bittersweet past.
Good thing is bad things don’t last.
Stout souls are forever remembered.
And prayers are always answered.
But bastards get burnt in hell.
Detained in a lethal fiery cell...

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