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A chain made of halos from fallen angels binds me to the darkness/ An existence subdued by the malignance that stalks from within / The pain envelopes me, wringing out these last few drops of hope / Unspoken torment feasts on the binding of my soul / Shadows lurking in the corners of my mind, undetected, waiting for my weakest moment / The assault, like a flame to paper, is instant and unforgiving / That orange flicker soon gives way to the smoking ash of defeat / The remnants of my rumination scatter in the wind / The ghost of a breath whispering upon the edge of your ear / The secrets of sacrifice, dancing playfully across your subconscious / Cognition lingering, just out of your grasp / This lapse of lucidity permanently enigmatic
