Burning in the Silence
Upon the floor, my heart grows dim, Your echoes tearing limb from limb. Each syllable, a sharpened blade, A wound within the soul displayed. I wait for light that shall not be, For mercy lost, adrift at sea. Your shadow fades; I burn below, In endless night, no end to woe.
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