Unspeakable secrets in the beds of blood...
Fires, turning into burning coals...
As shivering preys to the raining flood...
Thus let this grey dawn be greeted
the feeble decease of streaming veins
in solitude's yawning, inhuman lair
In a faltering voice
wishes fade and die away now
wounds of obsession's presence -
burning me down
taking the last of me
leaving a scorched shell
One moment of flawless silence
left motionless and quiet
in rising tides of a lethal decision
the incision of (this) final pleasure was taken
Giving into the drifting beats of my pulse
nothing and none should be reversed

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