The binding spell that renders me
useless
a slowly shift with the wind
as ashes scatter what remains
this time is for dying darling
lest you surrender unto your name
guile and disguise
mask and skin as they coincide
to a hollow suicide,
the past is yet due,and evil is another sinful pleasure
twarted in the night
absolute and absent
feeling as the blade kisses it mark
as we dance to the falling stars
burning through indifference
like no tomorrow exists
in tired hearts lies tired eyes
so sore and resilient
I'd give anything to be away from you but still inside...
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