Empty of hallow,
soul as swallow
the whole.
Life is death
on a single stroll
through the glaze
of a lovely haze.
Alone within
the time of sin,
the days walk
and minds talk
of a death stalk.
And travel now
of thought foul,
with a single howl.
Today of duration,
a single reincarnation
of a death salvation.
Painted in black
from the lack
of such personal acts.
Help liberation
of frightened emotion
from destructive relation.
The end is near
as absent of tear
descends from a peer.

 
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