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Abyssmal dimension of vehement isolation...
The purity of sorrow kissed by psychic depression, The candle-fascination, motherhood of night, A picture of pain hanged in a weeping sight, The haunting drift of a crimson dead sea Writing the chapters of a wordless tragedy, The hideous, yet craved, legacy of suffering Treasured in death and performed as offering, The unbloody oath of never-loving broken, The fear felt, yet, never spoken, The shaking hands, the blind light that lies In two sad, tear-drowning eyes, A pink rose, seen so black and cold Digging deeper in a forlorn soul, forever sold, A heart given, sorrow receiving back Leaving the inside an I empty and black, Sad, wrathful thoughts, yet to passion led Surrounded by so much death...
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