What is this trance,
No love, no romance.
A pure white sight.
Veiled in black.
To hide the truth
Of a blind fate.
Cold eyes penetrate
Sickle cells.
And eyes that tear
and bleed for this lose
No faith could save
Your soul
Damned to hell
To suffer the pits
Of fire
See this passion?
It seeps through
The heart that learns
To lie and love
To torcher mine.
 
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