Burning deep in the darkened depths of my soul
Lingering in the ashes of my troubled mind,I remain
Attentive yet unaware, never
Caring for those around me
Kindness of thought remains but a bestilled myth to my black heart
Cutting through the scilence like a knife,
His gaze shatters my hopes and dreams of reaching the surface
It remains to me as my soul presides that
Love is but a murder to the heart
Driving those who fall victim to her sorrow to their doom
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