Despair and DesolationI took a draughtfrom your cupan eternal springof despair and drearinessI am diseaseddepressed in my indignityYour presence is a droughtupon my heartmy deserted, desolate placelike some far away desertof nothingness and dualitywhere one who desireswhat one should notfalls intodespair and desolation
Indignant IndividualityIf Orpheus had his waymaybe it would have beencold in hell that dayBut like all dreams theymust end and like allreality we must bendBut if reality kept melike everything elseI'd rather be un-me and bewhat everything else isn'tSo he did have his wayand as Lucifer layawaiting the verdictI stood in amazementI may have been mistakenit could be true eventhat my being alone with manyis the key to individualitythen it doesn't hurt to dreamit let's me knowwho I really amand not what peopleseem to deem as the realityWake up!
In here...It's a little coldin here...Wish I had a wayto warm this spacethis placethis face I cannotseem to seeI look out the windowand all I see isthe abyssthe black emptinessof the stormBy chance I chanceupon your kissand instantlyamazinglyI don't mind mebeing cold anymore...It used to bea little coldin here
Heathen CreatureSilent, sickI abhor your faithyour presence mocks meyou with your perfectdogmayou lash out in beautylike an angela goddessnothingnessI implore your fateand wonder if you heedeven the slightestprayerI that live and breathe youlook on youand weepin longingI am a wretched thingfor I cannot have youand you cannot even seethis creature that is me...
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