The ceased to burn
Died in the cold winter dusk
A caleidoscope of fading light
Dancing in the gravelike silence
The embodiment of your fears
Staring back from the mirror glass
A nightmare voice speaks inside
The whispers of a haunted mind
Black bowels of hate
Runs the pain it creates
Flowing faster through veins
Everything but pain is erased
The fire of the soul
Burns through a spectrum of hate
The world's lying dark in flames
Terminal thoughts leave scars
Scars cut deep within the heart
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