The isolation of hell deteriorates the soul.
Midnights horror could not meddle with this terror.
Screams of mindless worries tempt thee to forgive.
Settling for nothing is the goal at hand.
Forceful entries rip all the flaws apart.
So what’s the trick here of life, and a desecrating bellow
colors of dread fall before.
Scared or not being exquisite enough any longer.
Heartless treasures blind.
Ludacris hidden behind closed doors.
Watch as they fall.
Love sickness from cruelty.
Be sane no more.
Wallow in your fountain of problems.
Drive yourself away.
Think of what matters only to the future.
See this wretched sight.
Feel this painless heart.
Look at the pale face that appears to you in the cold.
Fear not, for you belong to only you.
-Soul of Aly

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