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MELANCHOLY VINES OF DESPAIR AND GRIEF
STRANGLING THE AIR AND ROBBING THE NEXT BREATH LIKE A SINISTER THIEF
HEAVY AND WEIGHTLESS ALL AT ONCE
CONFUSION SWIRLS AIMLESSLY WHILE THE PREDATOR OF GLOOM SILENTLY HUNTS
TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, BUT SPARE MY SOUL MAKE ME FEEL HALF OF WHAT USED TO BE WHOLE
NEVER A SMILE AND NEVER AN EASE
ALWAYS A DISCOMFORT WHILE TRYING TO PLEASE
THIS IS THE DARKNESS EVERYONE SAID WOULD COME
THIS IS WHEN THE BLANK SHROUD OF DESOLATION DIGESTS THE SUN
HOPE CANNOT BLOOM IN THE GARDEN OF TEARS
IT JUST GETS DESTROYED BY THE RAVENOUS FLOOD OF FEARS
PAIN ERASES THE CLOCK AND THE TIME AND THE MEASURE OF A DAY
LOOKING FOR A SAVIOR; A BEACON TO TAKE IT AWAY
LIGHTS TURNED OFF, NO SOUND CAN BE SEEN OR HEARD
LISTENING DESPERATELY FOR A THOUGHT OR A WORD
STILL SILENCE IS LOUDER THAN ANY REPRIEVE LONELINESS IS THE ONLY COMPANION WHILE YOU TRUDGE RELUCTANTLY TO GRIEVE
PACK LIGHTLY AND NEVER AGAIN ATTACH
BOLT THE DOOR, LET NO ONE IN, AND BATTEN DOWN THE HATCH