will this winter ever end?
in the cold dark night
my demons live
is it such a tragedy?
what new devilry falls before the wicked?
a madness, the lonlely touch of hatred to herald
the venom of fork tounged wisdom
spoken in black
wreckless hate
is it such a tragedy?
the icon of the broken hour
are you so poisoned as to hold a fools heart?
so aimless as to cut an angels wings?
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