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What would be perfection?
How would I embrace it?
Despair,
hopelessness,
into the dimsday.
My essence is binding away
tortured and unfulfilled
to wilt away,
to rot into the abyss.
Nothing compares to this;
to this amort to my soul,
this defunct of endless woe;
nothing can compare.
My readiness for this tragedy
is in paramnesia,
and nothing compares
to this gloom and despair,
this incurable angle
to the end.
- by xX Lord Despair Xx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/08/2009 |
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- Title: Death Embraced
- Artist: xX Lord Despair Xx
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Description:
One of my many poems, keep reading them.
- Date: 06/08/2009
- Tags: death embraced
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