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Degression-Kaleida
listen to his muffled groans
in his pain he writhes & moans
breathing is a hell-driven task
living his life is too much to ask
with a grimace of teeth so sharp
it could cut light into shards
he hides a feeling deep within
inside he shelters a horrible being
always there, the dependable friend
he's been there from the End
can you feel the frictioned soul
the rage is great but his body cold
inside lay the lashed & laced heart
a frenzied daemon's twisted art
With its flames surrounding
crushing bones & pounding
the daemon's cursed claws
render without just-cause
as he rests in the shadows
wishing to breach the cosmos
haunting words become thoughts:
Love, Hate, Hope and Loss
for all this hate, hurt & regret
he tries vainly to engrain
that anger, pain & self-pity
will gain no good ground
