There is a Golden ABYSS
Among the maple trees
Past the flowers that rang prosy;
In the rains of Spring
There is an Ever-longing Abyss
Among the serenity of the forest;
Past the flowing streams
Down into Serenity Lake
There is a Blackened Abyss
Filled with Mania
Past the fabric of my heart
Decaying like bones
Forgotten in a shallow grave
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
There is a Golden ABYSS
Among the maple trees
Past the flowers that rang prosy;
In the rains of Spring
There is an Ever-longing Abyss
Among the serenity of the forest;
Past the flowing streams
Down into Serenity Lake
There is a Blackened Abyss
Filled with Mania
Past the fabric of my heart
Decaying like bones
Forgotten in a shallow grave
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