We writhe and quiver
in this wretched weather
Downy flakes of passion
falling from ourselves
Desolate abyss of pallid clouds above
Our sullen souls leaking love
so we may wallow slowly sinking
deep within
devils tears
Down to our final resting place
Crypt of disillusioned desolate space
an incurable malady
Alone in decrepitude
waiting
for Deaths dirge song
the music we have longed for
all our fitful lives
the music we craved
all along
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