tales of murder and dust - hypnotized narcissist

yesterdusk your soul was truer than psyche’s gods who earthward peer: ah, moon-shadowed dreams were newer and early hearts beguiled each fear. those yesterdusk dreams wouldn’t fail until the bridge of heavens cracked: ah, silly as a lover’s tale, we hoped the saints held ours intact. toward this crucible dawns led us and fed with death those hopes we’d fanned: our mad cosmic butcher fed us angels’ milk, with one poisoned hand. love is the martyr’s beautiful hallucination..