Shattered Distress

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my obscure twilights
engraved in thought curves
through buried dimensions,
boisterous silence
engulfs depraved soul
owing to cloudless void
and my bloodless corpse,
in ethereal manacles,
wails above the storms;
whispering to time
whether I may perish
with coming of faded night
and savour aching stigmas,
which gently bleeds
into my sombre veins;
as each torn dawn
lying on my eyelids
until every endless noise.



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