my visions correlate the extreme sorrows
when my mind create dreams for me
i opened an access to my gloomy entity
i see my real character is down
now i am simply an observer
of the magic in desolation
yet i don't know where to destinate
vortex of my fiery profound thoughts
mislead me to the symmetries of life
on the edge, i felt centrifugal
a betraying ray could cease my cadence
this sharp sight of torturing marble grave
would tempt to dive inside that clinging fume
to remind all the scars, and my oblivion
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