As this mermaid of chaos charms your heart,
On the precipice of this silver bluff,
A shawl of platinum, guides a despair that engulfs.
The saddle of such heavy, marble demands
For that beacon of rust entrances
A sigma of blight upon each other
Thus the surrender to that boreal tip.
These years of spears, of absence
Yielding to that apex is your flesh and bone
Dead bells emerge from a comatose bliss.
You climb out of the hypnotic suite,
Now, begins a journey of balanced retreat
Remission comes from afar, and replaces false portraits.
I take on green impostors daily,
I fight to stay alive.
I endure, I endure.
I survive, I survive.
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