Spare me the gestures and signs
For this is the curiosity within,
That torments this vessel of mine.
This the curse that begins
Of the void born child.
With darkness in my heart
And anger in my soul
Tearing me apart
And out of control
With dignity defiled.
The cold cimmerian blood moon
Shines dimly in the dark abyss
With the sad lullaby tune.
They lie, "It's all myths".
With my frozen heart
That cries a crimson river,
My soul stained dusty mallow
With tears of silver
Lost in the dark meadow
In this vessel of mine.
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