Once again the sky grows dark,
Light abandoning this greyish realm,
Shadows return to their sacred homeland,
Malice and sorrow overwhelm.
What was pure now ashen black,
As peace now flees from chaos,
The midnight flame rips open old wounds,
The pain then engulfed the lost.
Everything, everything torn into bits,
They submit to this chain reaction,
A result of an endless pit of lies,
This terrible act of self destruction.
'Welcome home, mistress' they cackle in glee,
Their souless beings gather,
The familiar ice crept into me,
Numbing everything that ever mattered.
Frost and snow appeared at last,
Blanketing the damage done by rage,
Turning anguish and sorrow into beauty,
Continuing from its severed page.
Isolated and frozen, my heart remembers well,
Though the pages are tattered and torn,
But just a glance with tear filled eyes,
One would not read but mourn.
Deep down in this forsaken trench,
I'm back in my abyss,
Clipping away what once were wings,
And kissing the light goodbye with bloody lips.
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