Nerve endings bloom

What do you say
when time is decay
Hope’s last echo fading away

Last thrill in the dying light
Cut ribbons of each slight
Bones worn thin from the night

Sounds echoing rasp
Opening the final hasp
Spitting vitriolic trash

Sleep evades
Frowns make way
And loss is all for wanting

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