creaking bones are in absence of life
the boundless journey of dark
a mind drowned by your own venom
and unable to leave a single mark
the remains of her black ringlets
empty of that of faith
probably her only possession
before she set a date
and the plan she held was kept
she resented the truth
shes happier where she now lies
bones and flesh diffused
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