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The fading light is burying the portrait I dreamt of you

as the dusk sets in my vision fails

the dreaded wings of night descend and everything is paled

by the beauty of your passing

moonlight spatters across the horizon so carelessly

the rusted chain of daylight snaps

and it plummets into an endless oblivion...

Giant clocks throw themselves off the towers

since when was time a great healer?

Memories resurface in dying moments

reflecting a frozen stare (so dull... your vision)

tranquility in anguish

the mirror blackens my face

voices are wearing thin

and thoughts are glazing over

...Afraid to conquer these passions

a grey well of sodden wishes...

...Afraid to conquer these passions

a grey well of sodden wishes...

Descend, Fire

My vision's failed...

(...seared...)