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[kindredheathen]

those days are gone now,
we were so carefree and restless,
the rose hath shown its ugly thorns,
and those days are no more.

hardship and strife,
drown my every hope for light,
this piercing silence soothes me,
exhaling all the death in life.

across a dying sunset,
i cast my broken thoughts,
and peer into the ebbing flow,
of endless nonthought lust.

this day is slowly dying,
and inner light grows dead,
in fields of endless crying,
one lone raven flies.

in a dim candlelit room,
the map of destiny is born,
and a new evil is born,
the seed of forgotten love.