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Through misted worlds and times long goneThe cherished songs that echo onThe touch of flesh long since forgottenDesire's corpse is slowly rotting -H..
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Where canons roar, and gun smoke lingersThe wounded soldier lies.The inevitable shadow of impending deathIs seen through bloodshot eyes.A monotonous..
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Born of lust and passion darkThe serpent's need is one.To feed upon the weakened heartOf men, whose love has gone.Slither now, my serpent friendThro..
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Bathed in moonlight, sepia toned,As candle flickers and incense burns,She chews her nails and stares before herDesperately searching for her love. S..
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The chance to redeem is rarely offeredYet, when it appears, it comes at a price.A cost so high, not all can afford itNo jangling coppers, but the ro..
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Crystals form on the ice cold window An icy wind chills her very soulThe sounds of the traffic, in the distanceBackdrop the realisation of her lost ..
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Catapulted into the present, there is no time to dwellOn the abject misery of these last few days.Thrown, headlong, into a new kind of emotion,A see..
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Innocence is just another wordFor refusing to accept responsibility.When sobbing is the only sound heard,You cannot blame your vulnerability.Instead..
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The reappearance of the shadowMocks the heart to its very core.A sneer so sinister she wondersHow she could truly still adore.He spits his poison in..
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As melancholy slides under the doorRaping sweet ecstasy from the room,My heartbeat slows a little moreAnd I feel the strangulation of doom.Silence m..
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