No Lost Lament

 Fear the details of life
the very life of life
as promises fall,
pain deafens,
misery accompanies,
emptiness stinks,
loneliness yells,
eyes hurt,
souls bleed,
dreams ache,
hearts burn
all that's left is an oblivion identity.

~Roushe~
 

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