Salt In The Wound
How many times have I gazed into this,
the blackest mirror of my passions?
Times without knowing...
Rotting from the inside
Blight has taken hold
Salt in the wounds
Salt in the wounds
I made myself cold and pure
like the stars
so devoid
empire of nihilism...
All I've seen...
All I've touched
All I've felt
Empire of wasted moments
Crown of shit...
Throne of regrets...
Robe of hate...
Sceptre of Disparagement.
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