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My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.
A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.
Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.
Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.
It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.
The ChildEncrusted within the puss-filled egg, a child born from a vile disease.
Shriveled and bleeding like a freshly made cut, it vomits and screeches, for it fears the fleas.
The fleas that crawl and lurch onto its skin, pulverizing its organs from without and within.
Their waste-infested bodies, so small yet so great, pry the bones from the child, regardless the weight.
So many fluids released from the child's back, its flesh cracked and bloody, within it maggots are packed.
Hundreds upon hundreds, squirming and slimy, feeding on its eyes, for they are not grimy.
And still this child lives on as a disease, melting and crumbling within the maggots and fleas.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
Silent PainsCrossed into the streams of negligence, framed in the scandal of insanity.
Blessed by the ethereal banished ones, betrayed by hymns of profanity.
Shattered mirrors crashed down upon the skin of youth, extracted from their weary bodies the specific Vein of Truth.
Such bleeding wires enlaced their eyes, their flesh so pink and blue.
Countless dull measures of false accuracy bound to their every screw.
Never spoken, never raised, never seen, never praised.
Always silent, always dead, forevermore they rest on a thread.
The BoyInto the flames dove the boy, his divine ideas were seared by joy.
Such hatred thrust against his brain, such blindness and foolishness from his parent's pain.
Slain and slaughtered his friends had passed, the flower, the pencil, and the book named Asked.
Forever sealed within his cage, the boy had not a soul to confess his page.
The page of torment that was buried inside, nevermore did he have a place to hide.
ThemBefallen was her mother, burned within a cancerous lake, her skin torn from her body, her head shoved on a stake.
Annihilated was her father, driven mad by a knife, suffocated wearily without a single tear of strife.
Enticed was her hypnosis, stricken with a pact, one of pure immortality without a single crack.
Lost was her soul, in a brewing cauldron of pain, nevermore to witness the beauty of her reign.
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