The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels
Oh goddess of flame, Set this feeble heart on fire, Bind it to your name
Color fades into The vast nothingness of my Ruined soul, now stained
The loneliness doesn't fade The static doesn't dissipate I continuously descend Down, down, down, Where the static crackles forever
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