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...all i have felt i have suffered with words |
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are only emotions of mine.. they little matter |
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storms of withered and decadent life |
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desires and sufferings awaken with hate and wounded feelings |
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... with cold marks of death |
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oblivion: cover me in cold earth with a tunic of mist forgotten |
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oblivion: make my emotions melt under the black sky of a moonless night |
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"to stop pain causes pain" whispers the nocturnal wind |
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my last tears flow to form a puddle of desperation |
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where he dark flower of my desires be born... and my hate! |
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the face of solitude stares at me telling me: |
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"i invited you to suffer in this sepulchral life |
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you can come back to the void... eternity i am" |
