Crest

redemption

Bleed from the tree of life
purge and dedicate a
sliver of you past.

Cut yourself each time
shed the reward of remaining blind.

Copulate a bleak suggestion anew
inseminate the breath of serenity .

Your visceral opaque nature
can't deduce the gray inside
black and white biding time.

An anarchy of rising life
Phoenix glide, cloaking pride.

All those who witness
shall remained condemned
dead as winter purgatories friend.


David Powers