Cryptic
I question the sadness the broods within me,
The silent bleeding of a unseeen wound.
Why does my heart crush so blindly
where is the wieght brought down on my soul.
in the cold of my room sleepless i lay
sorrounded by whispers of darkness.
desperate warmth hidden in flourescent tubeing
will gladly mock the hope of a sun.
In its pale light is my shadow;
a familiar madness i know too well.
it beckons me with sweet remedies
of a thousand roads I'll walk alone.
Why do i dream in my slumber
of the crying fool that is my own.
he has the marking of a ruler
the faithfull king of a empty throne.
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Covet Crush
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