Dreamers Void

Pitch black & filled with irreverent colour
Dreamers void
Standing atop my own
Raging fire sit on the palm of this hand
Cast you out to fall
Incinerate
Snow begins to fall the colour of ash
No angel on any shoulder
The devil that resided there runs and hides at the horror
Questions asked, only one
Speak…. Speak…. Little, lost, soul

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