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Go to sleep and waste away.

This pain shall come another day.

The troubled soul of past remains.

And another fractured heart is slain.

Lost and disowned, I travel the lines.

Broken and strewn, across the times.

Nothing is here, beyond my shallow use.

The innocence taken in senseless abuse.

We are devils, blatantly disposed,

aimlessly wandering dead garden groves.

Entwined as one-as we are found.

Pale fingers locked, held, and bound.

Lips of frozen velvet melt

and the icy kiss of death is felt.

And as we wake, we fall apart,

for we began without a start.

Spun together in a twisted dream

and cleaved in two by the sun’s first beam.

You don’t know me, but intrigue takes,

your subconscious, your will, as your sanity breaks.

I don’t know you, but love is still

a dying dream that seeks to kill.

So until the night surpasses the day,

we’ll go to sleep and waste away.