My Poison
Sail away , the feuding heart,on a sunset, torn apart.
can a soul be so cursed?
when love is a dirge
and a curse.
a poison to purge.
where monsters hide,
the dead shall rise
and I rip out my eyes
from these confines
and sacrifice all I know
while phantoms hold
secrets never told.
Sadness, my eternal friend.
A fiend whose grasp
shall never end.
There will be no deliberation
when the hatred consumes
and the confalguration
burns all down.
The dance of the macabre
and I its clown.
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