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the death of a world is upon
me, forgiving the power of
eternity, together with lost souls
and evil spirits. mind breaking
grief consumes the little places
left out, the little places where
life doesn't exist.
soft satin and lace wrapped
around my eyes, crippling my
ability to see through the fog
of confusion that crowds my mind.
hovering above sins my deepest fear
has awoken and my body bleeds
from mortal wounds that make me
wither in the cold night, escapism
my only true hope, my only way out
of a reality which pushes me down
until I have become what it wants.