Souls burning,.
Hot embers remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in black,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the sparks arising from the abyss,.
Where the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Souls burning,.
Hot embers remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in black,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the sparks arising from the abyss,.
Where the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,
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