No refuge bought, no solace sold

Sleep comes slowly
It’s raven wings tattered and smoke stained
Wounds ooze blood
It heralds a dreaming
A remembering
Heart racing
The sound of metal stairs
Pounding down

The floor above red spilled
Congealing as the winter heat saps away viscosity
Mistakes made
Lies heard

In that building
The unquiet dead
I’m sorry my friends
I should have taken better care of you

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