i come to table / hollow belleyed / with empty eyes / to take a bitter meal with my hungry dead/ and as i dine on dust / this grim host feasts on me / a bit of soul / a heart string / bowls of blood / an offering / to slake their thirst / for my suffering / encompassed all about / by this cloud of vengeful ghosts / i consign me to my doom / and choke down my just desserts.
She sought me out / My bleak eyed angel / Where soundlessly weeping in the ragged mists / Ihad lost myself at last / She kissed away my tears / And whispered promises to me / That if Ihad faith to follow / I might still find peace...
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