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Waning Life In my dark abyss I walk alone, lost in the rhyme of my rhythmic hell. Tired and frail, I blurt out in tones the song of my inevitable doom. In the room I throw down my crown and with it my random sympathy. Not just a phase. I think in a haze, my mythic façade, in truth I’m quite odd. I dwell on the thoughts of conceit. My muddy tracks in the hallway of time have long been dead and deceased. And in the dark night, I cry out her name, as I light her shroud in my shame. Who is she? I cant quite explain though I’ve known her most of my life. And in the prime of my time I gave up on her, I cursed her away with the last of my breath. In the eve I bled on the floor and danced the cold dance of death. Her eyes mocked me through some delusional dream. With a demons scream and a fiendish scheme she took to me with a knife. I bathed in blood, like a flood, so went my life. I feel her now as I walk this soulless rock. Unlike I, my love for her will never die. And even as ethereal sentries guide me home my pain, my shame, my love still roams… |
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