You my lady
Bold melancholy
Solitary cry piercing my flesh,
Offering it to ennui,
Haunting my nights when I don't know
Which way my life should go,
I have paid you back a hundredfold.
The ambers of the dream
Left behind the ashes of a shadow of a lie
you told me to hear.
The white serenity
Minute of eternity was a dark-haired wicked waif
Who pierced my sorrow
with a sharp and sacred breast
leaving only the remorse
of seeing the sun rise on my solitude.
And I shall rest my head
between two words,
in the Valley
of the Vanquished.
Dr. Heinz Fraudster
Pharmacist
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Dr. Heinz Fraudster
Pharmacist
130
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Wed, Oct 16, 2013 6:58 PM
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