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Afterwards

This starless nothing spins, consuming

And withers, just like time

Pale faced, backs bent, and fingers clicking

Silent lips mouth blissful groans, sublime

Emerging, shed cocoon sticky underfoot

They slither in foul brine, gasping

And to a damned eternity

He bleeds his lot to everlasting

Each promise kept betrays his heart

And dead eyes fed the crows

As shadows hide the things that lurk

In darkest corners, yet each day it grows

Until Quite spent he slips to sleep

And dreams alleviate

The claws and teeth, blood red that feast

Born out of contenpt,lies and hate

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