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1 ReviewsSome dark shit i have going on in my head.
The night falls with a silent sigh, stricken are we.
The light for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
crushed by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
Your heart beats no more.
How could you do this?
Shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my essence drips,
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In numbness I call your name
while nothingness surrounds me.
Now alone, my blood falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is my salvation.
R&R guys :)
The light for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
crushed by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
Your heart beats no more.
How could you do this?
Shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my essence drips,
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In numbness I call your name
while nothingness surrounds me.
Now alone, my blood falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is my salvation.
R&R guys :)
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