desolate ~
See the visions of my future,
prying eyes open wide.
Know the end is something dreadful.
something made to make you cry.
You’re dejected,
you’re defenseless.
Full of fear,
so inconsolable;
when it comes to me.
Fight the serpents of my spirit,
try in vain to heal my soul.
Suck the venom from my veins,
bittersweet intoxication from suffering.
You’re so desperate,
so powerless.
controlled by fear,
desolate;
when it comes to me.
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Melancholia in the realm of odium
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