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In the darkness of my heart

Such clawing, stabbing pulsing I cannot seem to cease

Such fragility, such beautiful shards of broken minds

And through a thousand cuts,

I willingly sink

This emptiness has become my soulmate

It looks up to me, the void looks up to me

I weep for days of colour

All virtue is askew

And nature grows old

Through my veins

All nature grows cold

Through my veins