At the Gates

I build my kingdom

Out of all of these mistakes

I steel my nerves for

The coming of day

All these reserves for

The war that approaches

The shadow encroaches

The emptiness is inside

Black bile on blue stones

Dissolving this chaos

Swirling colors become

Such unnerving tones

I cross my fingers

And hope for a tomb

My name there lingers

Lighting a future fuse

Hit those knees

And rise with fleas

I steady my hands for

The falling of night

All these verses for

The heat that erases

The evaporation

Of the space that lies between

Syncing these synthetic rhythms

An insect song resounding

Circadian, in depths implicit

Places within that I have never been

Spinning webs

Lines for questing

Setting out for

The coming journey

Weave a mystery for me

Leave some hope against my skin

Bullet points of warmth

Memories of sweeter sin

All these empty words for

A love so effortless

If I could only

Erase this distance

Ready the blade for

Quenching, scorching, molten

A heat like never before

The coming of war

Burst these tired seams

Stretched farther

In telltale whispers

With lips discreet

Surrendering the crown

Leave me sundered

Sordid and deep underneath

With sweat so sweet to taste

All these nights for

The taking

The siege, embracing

Don't leave me waiting

At the Gates

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