JJ-stache

Now, as I sleep at last, heart to heart,

will I offer you my very reality from the past.

Nothing but the truth, a noir of my sanity,

reveals the pain of loneliness as I speak of profanity .

The shadows clear my sight

While being lifted by the clouds at sunlight.

To be able to unhand my very last kill,

Therefore will I follow my river uphill.

On the edge of my endless skies

I see hope that enlightens my sunrise.

As I offer you my broken chair

I shall surrender my very first prayer.  

‘This Sunday,

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