At the end

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A shard of light refracted so elegantly, causing a rainbow to engulf my senses the intensity of the subtle separation of the colours that shone; its almost angelic I thought, no certainly angelic for the image that overcomes me is undoubtedly unearthly and what if it is? Well alas heaven surely be a place on earth? Oh the irony, not ironic but one must certainly appreciate the irony. For the thought of finding beauty in the place my body has come to lay is surely a symbolic double entendre. Oh how the mind creates the most beautiful of art through the simplest things. The lights begins to flicker. My Damascus experience is ending the allure that surrounds me slowly fades to a painful reality. The colours of rainbow dissolve into a desolate darkness. A could chill over whelms me, the taste of iron in my mouth is inviting but a displeasing confirmation of the bleeding. My shining light is but simple shard of glass before me, my body weak and my life force seeps away painting the grey pavement a scarlet letter.

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A cascade of thoughts and rivers of solemn memories erode the deepest crevices of my mind

All they see is forged smiles, curled lips a fallacy of the emotions I fear to show

Uncertainty devours my heart as this beautiful lie is constantly being told.

Although my blood red and so it flows true and pure

My ideologies scattered and untamed the beauty in its deception

There is shall lay, my tormented soul…