solitude is a self efficient temple
welcomed...
greeted...
like the warmth of the womb...
anger is the fuel of turmoil
seduced...
infused...
spawning the words of poets...
misery is the darkest mistress
beautiful...
deceitful...
wicked in every manipulation...
pain spreading through the veins
crimson...
suspicion...
making colors bleed truth...
reunited with the past forgotten
spiritual...
ritual...
skeletons restrained in shackles...
the future is a mere illusion
retained...
ingrained...
bitter memories of false hope...
can i get by on my own accord
never...
forever...
the noose grows fucking tighter...
my only hope is to survive
defender...
avenger...
a black knight of mercy...
release me from myself
i'm my own worst enemy
release me...
release me...
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