Blackest stair over the starlight requiem,
A dream to far from my dearest bereaved loved one, oh what sins redeem.
The fallen timber of a fallen madness, this illness persists, slithering inside my brain,
Oh, what a delight may you think of me, how morbidly, I am insane.
Death blooms upon, like a rose, with many thorns,
The devils upon my shoulders smoldering me their scorns,
As we unbury the tide to our ill delights,
Let us take sin and ethics, and just forget the two tonight.
Martyrdom,
My dearest,
Together again, forever we shall be
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Submission Name: Timber of Shadows
