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UntitledForce out the pain  With each breath  Exhale deep  Leave nothing remaining in your breast   
Jaded  Luster has faded   
Drown in the darkness that cuts off the light  Inhale the night  Through every pore  Let your spirit sour  On broken wings   
Fade to sleep,  Escape to your fantasies   
Until at last  
At last  the long awaited rapture dawns Untitled
VirginMy lacy secret is before your eye  Curiosity won’t keep you away  So kiss my delicate fabric goodbye.   
Allow me conviction, give me wings to fly  Allow me your heart and reason to stay.  My lacy secret is before your eye.   
Your sweet breath from your sensitive sigh  Makes me go weak, makes me stay.  So kiss my delicate fabric goodbye.   
In love with darkness for it does not lie  Will not judge and wont betray.  My lacy secret is before your eye.   
Hand in hand as time wanders by  Ending in sheets, together we lay.  Tonight, kiss my delicate fa Virgin
Nocturnal MaliceNocturnal Malice   
The waves lap gently in the fading light,  They are streaked softly by the sleeping crescent  Whilst the stars echo the silence of the night.   
Cautiously the seabirds shuffle out of sight,  And as they sorrowfully whisper "repent, repent!"  The waves lap gently in the fading light.   
Watery hills glide with the grace of flight;  
Elegantly they rise and evanesce with dignified intent,  Whilst the stars echo the silence of the night.   
Smudged clouds roll delicately with purposeful might -  
Soon they shall smother all without consent;  The Nocturnal Malice
One of FourI cannot go on anymore.  Despite pursuit for better days,  things are now just one of four.   
Battling death upon the floor  with meager crumbs where sickness preys,  I cannot go on anymore.   
My selfless heart has ceased to pour,  and every withered chamber grays.  
Things are now just one of four.   
Winds command me with the roar  that chains me to capricious ways  I cannot go on anymore.   
The seasons rise to sink and bore  as clockwork in my wild gaze.  Things are now just one of four.   
The final quatrain beckons for  one more pi One of Four
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