What is hate without pain,
is it the complication of a lie?
how about the visions of a blind man,
a sacrificial artifact of disease.

A fellowship of weak opinions
makes a weak man cry but not fall,
melodic whispers of death cling to
my ear. But I cant take the time to
die right now.

Solidarity has brought me this throne,
to wake up inside no life,
varibles of mystery insane without speaking,
it came to look upon me.
Me with no emotions a stone soul.

Pitiful the thought of no thoughts,
crying without shedding a tear,
darkness seeping inside,
searching within to find something
a crumb of what was once a former me,
the dark feeds on it.
it consumes me
decimates me
penetrates untill it feeds itself full.

Now the Time to lie in rest
a bleak existence,
sinister hymn of what once was.
a wraith engulfed soul,
tired and weary,
death my greatest adventure.
 
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