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Fulfilled
In silence I turn to you,
The darkest retreat
The most sinister taboo.
Searching
My mind spirals down south
A great black vortex
Its yawning hell-bent mouth.
Open
Like a welcoming casket.
Its dull peace I seek
And you to submit
Release
But death is a catalyst
And my final breath?
Nothing found, nothing quite missed.
The darkest retreat
The most sinister taboo.
Searching
My mind spirals down south
A great black vortex
Its yawning hell-bent mouth.
Open
Like a welcoming casket.
Its dull peace I seek
And you to submit
Release
But death is a catalyst
And my final breath?
Nothing found, nothing quite missed.
Published 8th Aug 2014
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8th Aug 2014 5:43am
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9th Aug 2014 1:17pm
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