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My Soul

Dr Necrotix 1 min read
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In the dark crypts of my soul

Where the fire dies, and winds grow cold

A wanderer walks with eyes of coal

A smile like knives, her story told

She whispers soft as night descends

"Come, embrace me, we are twins

The same dark blood within us spins".

Demons dance with claws so bright

Scraping walls to kill the light

"Drown in black where sun takes flight

Where pain is gone, and death feels right".

I fight, but chains are bound so tight

With threads of loneliness tonight

The mirror shows her cold delight

Laughing as I lose the fight

Oh my love, so dark and deep

With poison lips that make me weak

In you I wake, in you I sleep

Demons dance with claws so bright

Scraping walls to kill the light

"Drown in black where sun takes flight

Where pain is gone, and death feels right".

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