In what
black chroma
Do thee
ring
Eclipse of
my life,
To naught
My entire
verbose, sledge
Down unfathomable
abyss
Crushed
dreams
Fluff my plasma
of pain
In untold
miseries,
And to spear,
it vows
One more notch
To my soul
All muted voice
Crumbles in
disarray
Feeding
oblivion
By and by
Drop over the
drop, and
It vanishes
away
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