In the darkness I follow the sounds. The whispers of souls of hell, the unbound. In the darkness there lies no end. I come here to breathe, to fell something other than hollow again. Take me down into the flames, unleash this anger and let's make a trade. Your eyes are gold brimmed with the irony of truth. I know this to be an illusion, a poor mans pursuit. Dress me in gowns made from finest of silk, adorn thy skin with diamonds of lust. Make me forget the pains of yesterday and help me rise to the surface as a new face. Give me your wings of terror and flight. Share your knowledge of vengeance and solace without light. Breathe into me as you make me your own. Know I will kneel before you and kneel near your throne. In the darkness I find what I may seek. The riddles I scribbled are now clear to speak. In the darkness I walk here alone. And in that darkness lies no end. I now call it my home.
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