Dark Saint

The Fragments of my youth,
Scattered, dust by dust, 
Piece by piece,
Fragment by fragment.
My past is dark in truth,
Shaded of trust, 
Freeze to freeze,
Alignment to alignment. 
In a desert deprived of snow,
I am still standing ,
In white trees, fallen, I look bellow,
For something, someone, some dancing.
Frozen in time, Red spots all on me,
And I look for you, a friend of time,
Dark skies above me, 
Branches dry, chosen by crime,
To stand here with me.
I will wait, I will wait,
In this dark age inked on my skin,
And remain a dark saint,
for those who envied my deceitful grin. 

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