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These eternal wounds

Of the secret garden

My vial of tears,

In the hands of grief

Solemn tranquillity

Within her gaze of mystery

Quiet whispers fade to

Winter violence...

This buried heart

Cast in a case obscured

Within the distance

From a vacant tomb

Morose tranquillity

In the maze of mystery

Disintergrate my soul,

My whole into darkness

Awakened from rest

With the mark on the wrist

The bruise of the chain

From the garden of shame

For always and ever

To midnight nightmares

Through the sight,

Through the heart