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Forbidden Trance
Your sweet bliss is the neverending nothing
that keeps me alive and my tears sweet.
This hell of a hole is dark and morbid
swallowing my ancient solitude into your hands.
Wildnerness besieges me slowly to a drop
of refreshing taste that isn't fair.
Gentle emotions make me wonder the steep mountain
and oh how the wind feels so cold.
Dissolution of your soul blossoms into a cloud of smoke
for my teardrop has outed the fire.
This once was love in my veins
now a withdrawn drug releasing its imperfection.
The beats of my drum turn to you
as I listen to the music repeat itself.
