I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...

Mourning
hushes altered...

Collaboration written by Maple Tree and Robyn...
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My mind is controlled by
societies whispers - I hear...

I label my tears
by the number...

She was placed in an environment
where lost angels have gathered...

I used to admire
women draped in black...

Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...

Adorn my eyes
with star cluttered...

Allow me to moon over
sable shades of your...

I pose, desolate
in a sleepy sun...

Many words written of death...