About
Around,all around,the dark memories gather.My dread grows as the Dark Ones touch falls
against my naked soul.It smites me,and darkly my
essence drips
to the thirsty earth.
in unholy terror I call your name
while Deaths shadow takes my unwilling hand.
Now alone,my cascade of tears fall upon dead eyes.
This is my salvation.
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