Slivers of the sun paint soft reflections
Of who you used to be
Where the essence of heaven once brushed your face,
Slowly did your eyes then see
The subtle madness of ecstasy,
Drowning in the waves of cruel despair
Which came to stain your soul -
A secret wish just to let go...

Escape whispered its illusions
That teased a smile never shown
Whose beauty comes to die alone,
And fade just like the cool wind's moan
 
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