Darkness that pours from the wounds
enclosing like a mud, sticking to the skin
embracing like an ominous lover
the madness deep inside
that cannot be removed by ghosts of the past
that inhabit the manor of the soul

The black door, always on my mind
when I try to fight the demons
grinning widely, forcing themselves into life
that seemed lost, yet keeps breathing

the angels on the horizon
how to reach them when the murk binds so much?
I am tenebrous maiden that breathes the eternal night
Eclipse my name


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