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Dark Wanderings Darkness draws me into its womb
Deliverance from what used to be,
secured inside this mental tomb
that is all that now remains of me.
Ebon blinds these arid eyes.
No light through this mask infiltrates.
Witness no longer to the lies,
and soul, no more to desecrate.
With inky thread, these lips sewn tight,
Forever mute against the sin.
The searing truths caged in the night
in secret shall be held within.
Whispers lost in false remorse,
drowned in a pool of midnight tears.
The beast of inner turmoil roars
to block all sound from deafened ears.
Asylum of a tortured mind
enshrouded soft in shadows peace,
and through the darkness, ties that bind
in sweet insanity finds release.
