| Lost in a cold dark garden alone
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| My only company
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| Night blooming dementia
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| Bittersweet blossom bloom of madness
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| The sharp knife in the mind
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| Kills the devil in the soul
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| The sun’s light blotted out
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| Skies filled with savage black birds
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| Devouring creation, devouring my heart
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| My soul, a multitude starving
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| Like the dawn of creation
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| We awaken to a new day
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| A day of confronting reality
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| That dark satin veil, pierced
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| Cold steel poles to invade my flesh
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| Felicity burned by the red hot
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| Fiery coals of desire
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| The white hot sun burning
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| Like the eye of God watching
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| The sharp knife in the mind
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| Kills the devil in the soul
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| The dark satin veil pierced
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| That cold steel finger in my brain
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| Just may bring peace
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| On sunshine days
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| When we cast no shadow
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| And the heat’s baked our mind
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| Into lonely submission
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| Then is when we realize
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| Something as thin as the web of a spider
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| Holds us back from
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| Ordinary madness |