Dark she was, Like a starless universe Empty Cold As I walked through her My steps felt soulless No regrets No feelings at all Dark she was, As she has always been Waiting for me to die when she is born And come back to this emptiness When she dies... Dark She Is...
As the blood drips on the floor, changing from warm to cold as my own life has, pain, depression, anxiety, fears, start to finally go away and in the distance a lady, a blurry image of a lady awaits for my soul....
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