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Ghosts
of
porcelain
waste
The
innocence
in
faith
Through
translucent
eyes
In
shifting
shades
of
pale
upon
pale
Writhing
across
the
never,
neverwhere
Haunting
reflections
of
the
mirrored
void
Is
this
the
end
of
everything
we
love?
The
wounds
of
life
weaving
the
loom
Dwellers
in
the
deep,
worlds
entombed
Of
all
the
fragile,
their
desolate
veins
Ravenous
hearts,
euphoric
suffering
Poison
of
the
well,
where
the
black
tongues
sing
Intra
Venus
quickens
A
curse
of
life
Bequeathed,
gorging,
sanguine
like
cancer
They
prey
for
blood,
wretched
are
the
gods
For
the
stillborn
suns
of
never
They
are
the
severed
The
lifeline
to
end
forever
Lanced,
earthen
flesh
of
enslavement...
intravenous
Descending
liquid
shadows,
all
entwining
Their
distant
sights
weaving
the
loom
Dwellers
in
the
deep,
drift
below
To
the
ferryman's
drains
Seek,
seek
a
cure
for
the
pain
The
end
of
all
we
love
and
lust
In
tainted
flesh
of
doubt
and
corruption
Is
it
too
late?
Will
death
be
my
lover?
Will
death
be
my
lover?
And
into
ribs...
crib,
cradled,
caressed
A
moment
between
black
talons,
blessed
Consciousness,
a
breath...
regret
Clarity
come
forth,
is
there
salvation?
Haunting
reflections
of
the
mirrored
void
Is
this
the
end
of
everything
we
love?
The
wounds
of
life
wield
the
strength
to
rise
Dwellers
in
the
deep,
dream
of
hope,
only
hope
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