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Heed my abysmal utterance

Bled forth unto Lethean skies

From elation exiled into a visceral sunset

May the shadows weave for me a disguise

Let the scars flourish from textures scabbed

Dripping with horrors that only tears adorn

Cradled by the mechanical throes of slaughtered memories

With their brimstone eloquence I cultivate my scorn

Unswerving emptiness - the heart's failed alchemy

Like an eternal disease, swarming at my feet

Woeborn and evolved into such elaborate suffering

Till fate's crowning achievement in all its glory I greet

On the bleak pathway to nowhere I saunter

Iridescent visionscapes no longer to behold

As time wreaks a stolid havoc on passion's sacred pavements

Laid to waste under the palling shroud of loneliness

Vermilion thoughts cascade into the soul's abyss

Like a lachrymal rain perpetually unbridled

Nigh invisible to the eyes that once harboured all my treasures

My wounds fester, enchanted by the illusion of healing

When the final echo yields to cruel decline

In a poetic triumph midst the circle of worms

Thus it dyes all solace with silence grim

And reveals the closure that the graveside confirms