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Dying Embers

Faded Colours

Lying about

Lingering in the poets mouth

Of sorrow pain

and words filled with vain

Cut the flesh

Draining the whispers out

The pain spills into the night

Leaving death in a pondering sight

In the mind

Where torture grows

And rhymes flow

Death stirring

Evil purring

Melancholy tears

That seem to cut

Deep within the past

They always last

Hoping to live through poetries curse

To understand why this rhymes never die

And why these cuts never heal

Lying here, wishing to feel

Something that's real

Let the shadows Smile redeem this words

That awake my sanity

End this whispers that never fade

For I am already dying in the solace of poems

Dreading my time

To let my soul forever chime

Inside my cold cursed words