Fear-stained chasms rent deep within flesh...Carved as in stone.
Blood reminders; dead subtle disclaimbers...for fears unatoned.
A riddle of scars, eternal tattoos, exquisite in design.
A self-imposed vision of darkness so pure. Of solace denied.
Reap as you've sown.
Broken; The skin exposed. Elements deranged and beared.
First layer be stone; withered by sands. Blast-scarred by venom.
Beneath lay the fires, the unyielding air! Hiding those black depths
The waters beneath, dark and serene...the poisoned depths beckon!
The weeping sands beneath the poisoned shored.
Burned glass...for the windows of the soul!
Sin wrapped in confort.
Seen through pain-frosted sight.
A vision so pure
Courrupted by self-loathing eyes.
She walked on bright footsteps
Greeting darkness with a smile
Leaping from that precipice
I embraced my inevitable demise!
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