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Poetry By Aimea...




Liquid demons

Hide inside

Exiting through the skin

But no one

Can come in.


Illusions become real

And one by one

The trinkets in my hands

Replace God's Son.


In this velvet dungeon

Scraps of old dreams

Appear before my eyes

Coming apart at the seams.


Music plays old pain

Echoes of outlines

That could only be drawn

By one in the rain.


The inner glass shines clearly

Mud still clinging to the walls

Hiding what others won't see

 Acknowledging only the claws.


Several of the Old Commandments

Ride high on the wind

Yet Law is no more

If good intentions

Are what you send.


                                  ~ Aimea