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Etched into the very skin I bleed
My sins penetrate, stitching a false illusion of emotions and love
Insanity at its peak
I roam around the grave for endless hope
Darkness delves into twilight
Essence of filth spread across the soil
He lured me into the night
Feeding the endless hunger of lies I love
Devoid of faith, I fall alone
Like the amber leaves welcoming autumn
He rose from the ashes, out of the coldest night
And whispered unto me pure freedom
Through the darkened oaks, charred leaves and sooty sky
I catch his eyes made of stone
Gazing unto the stars, my spirit sighs
His cold embrace, my fevered blood
Foul prayers muttered under breath
Apocalyptic emotions explodes the night
Forged myself into his dreams
Tainted soul, one with him
Dead eyes breathe over me
Separating the truth plastered on my face
My soul is held up in glory
Celebrating my final mortal days
** Title Courtesy: Paulo Coelho