In the twilight where the abscence screams,
Whispers of despair, haunting dreams.
Cacophony of echoes, soliloquy of pain,
The chambers of abyss, where shadows reign.
Bleeding skies, a canvas of decay,
As the reaper's scythe paints the night astray.
Echoes of desolation, a hymn for the cursed,
In the graveyard of existence, the void immersed.
Crimson rivers flowing in my veins,
A symphony of anguish, perpetual chains.
As the moon weeps, casting funeral light,
In the junkyard of hope, where demons alight.
Bleeding skies, a canvas of decay,
As the reaper's scythe paints the night astray.
Echoes of desolation, a hymn for the cursed,
In the graveyard of existence, the void immersed.
Waltz of the malice, serenading doom,
In the garden of despair with roses entombed.
The serpent's tongue whispers the ancient lies,
As the ravens feast upon the delirious skies.
A crescendo of sorrow, a funeral pyre,
As the mournful winds play on the lyre.
In the cryptic embrace of the nocturnal mist,
Eternal night, where our sorrows persist.
Bleeding skies, a canvas of decay,
As the reaper's scythe paints the night astray.
Echoes of desolation, a hymn for the cursed,
In the graveyard of existence, the void immersed.
As the echoes fade into the abyss,
A requiem for the lost, sealed with a kiss.
In the twisted symphony of doom,
We find solace in our eternal gloom.
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