| Enter the fogdraped silva, ye sanguine flames of dusk
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| Carry me forth through the scent of dying flowers
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| Vain are the words that this cordial silence recites
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| When grief tinctured thoughts enshroud my voiceless sighs
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| Incline furtively into me, with no warmness of sympathy
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| 'Tis not despise nor fear, what for the gloomy depths I foster
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| Where my sanity parched and seer shall weep
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| All defaced by soulscars incised so deep
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| In yearning suppressed, where the art of vanishing lurks
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| Reveries are blissful only when inearthed
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| For dustless my frail wings are still
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| …slashed by barbed wire arms
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| That once held me so dear
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| Of dolorous dreams, ridden with sickness internal, I feed
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| Grimly has the emotional volcano been smothered
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| While remembrances beseech, and the illusions depart
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| Wouldst thou hear the everhaunting rhymes
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| From the stabwound in my heart?
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| Mine is not the triumph over hostile ranks around me
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| But the formidable grasp of the all-devouring void inside
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| Deliver me from it’s claws tremendous!
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| Cut me open forthwith!
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| Release me! |
| Release me!
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| Through the whirlwind of visions nondescript, I crawl
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| As I kiss the freezing lips of solitude
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| Onward to the cold hypnotic aurora
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| Of towers exalted by crystallized distress |