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Darkness envelopes me with such a loving carress, twisting designs before my closed eyes with a sinful lust seething in my breast. The days have gone by, when I could feel what you call love, now tragedy rapes comedy freeing the owl and killing the dove. The bittersweet colour of night has stained even my waking eyes, so that I can no longer tell where the border of Joy and Hate lies. Smoke curls about me but my eyes cleave through the veil, and memories of times long gone reminds me that I am best suited to fail. I stand upon the last vestiges of the flowers' beauty and upon the last of my life's fluid with a smile so wry, the blood and orchids beneath my feet, only remind me of days gone dripping by. |