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light
it fades away
the moon wanes
ink darkness stains
held fast against the night

into a shredded hearts plight
my cold lips ripen to the dark feel

rough and hardened to their anneal

 now out of cadence and out of space

time retreats to some cavernous valley
it is this sequence between a rock and a hard place

a lighter lights and a cigarette is lit in some dark alley

in this time where
episodes are forced

to slowly expire

in nights of Melancholia

there is a next day's torment