Dark redemption,
The hatred within.
Cries of the innocent,
Hearing from them as they die.
I'll breath their essense,
Hold them to their reflections,
And there imperfections.

Masking my insecurities,
Trailing the day of disease.
Torment the decay of my love,
To the stars that taunt from above.
 
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