Hatred Swells

by Ana   Oct 12, 2007


The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and
alone we are
The salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the abyss.
All hope must sicken and die.

Your soul thrives no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our way

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