Storms they rise bringing sorrow to us all. It is sad how the rain brings me joy. Where would I be without my sadness? Lost in the deepest shades of gray. Winter nights feed imagination. Not a care left for happiness. Standing alone on the mountainside begging for the sound of crying tears from the sky. The arrival was to blame, a taste of all your fears. By chance hiding in your veins, shining in your unshed tears. Every apparition comes at the sound of the siren, gliding through the night, answering the call of the Will-O’-the-Wisp. It’s coming here, the lights are glowing like the fires in my heart, glowing like the fires… The arrival of destiny that I once foretold is taking back his ecstasy. Now the air hurts to breathe. Now the air, it hurts to breathe: like razors in my throat. Covered in blood, she is crying. Sinking to her knees she shrieks in agony. A hint of guilt in my tone (there is no more time for remorse). There is no more. Rotting matter in the earth, running water a darkened shrine. A pale nightmare in the sky, floating in air, it is coming closer. I wipe the blood from me and cut it in two. I wipe the blood from me and give it to you...you… Take me away from the violence I can not control. The lights filled me, took my body which took her soul. It’s coming here, the lights are glowing like the fires in my heart, glowing like the fires…
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