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Obsidian Dreams

February 6, 2014

Dead Inside
No remains, a barren void
Putrid stench, soul destroyed
Aghast

Dead Inside
The void, empty and vast
Echoing the words of those amassed
Irate

Dead Inside
Darkened walls resonate
Musings and thoughts of weight
Hollow

Dead Inside
Arising Torment in Crescendo
Faustian Communion, Morendo
Avoid

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From → Circlet, Poetry

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