Leave off the slave's soft cruelty
The worms that eat your mind
Beware of friendly sympathy
To feelings not your kind
Ours a wretched lot, to bear
the joys of Spring, + bury them
Some would deign to take our
rotting corpses + marry them
Truth is splashing in the stream
Follow footsteps into dreams
Winding paths, terrible wrath
Nothing's what it seems
Fire burns to carbon dust
Sturdy stones in which we trust
Precious metals, clothed in rust
fail to shine, yet beckon us
on into the Nightmare,
Midnight's vanity
Dawn discovers right where
we left our sanity
we left our sanity
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