Christopher's Dead - *Lifted Lower

The walls
Designed by beauty
Desired by hope evades the cracks
Undecided
The windows of foresight
As fingerprints walk and stain the glass
But the mind
Trapped in pursuit
While the faucet drips like blood
Such passion
Defaced by the inside
As the outside blinds us all
Live in romance
Love and forbids you
From becoming ghosts instead
Undeniable
Holds your head in its hands
Slowly lifting lower for now…

Christopher's Dead

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