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From the despairs (Free verse) by Prince of Void

Life is merely the despairing memory That makes me the misery upon A fate melody to fade in And desires make me desolated in Whenever I am buried in melancholy The decaying day I could see The hollow man in the streets As walking away beside a crumbling city Those last seconds are so cold Reaching the way out From distances to the same despairs Again night fades out Figures are deleted Day by day as death whispers Upon the spire of desires Within verses rise from my own despairs

god'swife 7-Aug-04/10:57 PM
Hauntingly awful.




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