In shadows, I dwell, the poet's delight,
Immortal ink bleeds, the curse of the night.
Whispered verses, woven on ethereal breath,
Echo through souls, a dance with death.
Through voids of despair, I strive for release,
Surrendering my soul, signing the lease.
Words caress wounds, stitching wounds together,
Ink and pain merge, forging souls that weather.
With each verse, my demons they arise,
Finding solace within these haunting cries.
A clandestine pact between light and despair,
Seeking salvation, finding solace in night's lair.
With ink as my guide, I traverse the abyss,
Conjuring emotions, with every word amiss.
I become the vessel, for darkness to dwell,
Treading upon shadows, my tale I must tell.
In this unity, I unearth the sublime,
A legacy of horrors, forged in rhymes.
A pact sealed in verse, my soul teeters on the edge,
Finding solace in darkness, my voice, its pledge.
Through the unity of rhyme, my pain finds a home,
In the persistence of struggling, where darkness is known.
©viralfreak
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