The Lament of a Black Heart

Dreams Rise and Die within
Love wasted rust to Dust,
The Storm blows and fades within,
The Light is blocked, way there is none.

Love rots, Sickened are the Thoughts,
Pervert affections fill the Heart;
Anchoring only to find Loose gravel,
Float restless, Sanity on the shore Afar.

Memories weave the blanket of Sleep,
Pictures of history erect as Tombs;
Dragging and Falling, a fading lost cause
In such existence I find No meaning.

In guise of Love Pain hunts me down,
Sleep together on the bed of Nails;
The sky above looks ever so Lovely,
Slice the cords and end the Game.



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