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A biting melancholy fills the soul

It desires not to cease

We will see again and again

That which is below cannot escape what is above

Move

Backwards you march revisiting old memories

The bitter loneliness feeds upon your worthless heart as would an insidious vapid whore

Secretly hold contempt for oneself with disgust

These are the words which chill the air and drain the colour from my skin

Time's arrow marches on

Searing silent across the night

Burning brightly with callous fury

Leading us all astray

Distrust is an effective shield and should be carried always

Inuring yourself to a world of horrors is a timeless practice

Alone you will find yourself as like a shadow

Intangible, indescribable, and utterly forgettable

Pray for better days

The affections you seek lack the substance you admire

Surround yourself with the delusion that you no longer have desires

Crippling depression is a vicious gaping maw and you cannot get away

Violently it digs deep unopposed into subconscious nature affecting everything you think and feel

And just when you think you've finally gotten away it rears its ugly head and you're back again

Time's arrow marches on

Searing silent across the night

Burning brightly with callous fury

Leaving us all behind

Pray for better days