Soul’s Remorse

Thy hours awaken within
Sours of beacon dens
Sensational dreams
Grin
Golden mist
Lie under my daughter’s hiss
I missed
Hours upon hours
Reckoning and damaging
The final bliss
Of thy own
Soul’s remorse
Under spells
Painful kicks
Within

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