The Black Death by Pewter7

Mixed Medium • Gothic • posted on Dec 23, 2007

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Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath, save the nights your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death In your thoughts you played a symphony of self, but your soul had bled a darker song of close to nothing left Oh, The deliverance of blade and flame, your Love, and greater is the Blood . . . Youâ��ll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born, In the emptiness of Broken Flesh, at the Mercy of the Thorns. Every line a path into an empty heart, where the words of now-forgotten love fall silent in the dark. Oh, The deliverance of blade and flame, your Love and greater is the Blood Sister, donâ��t you sleep through your own eulogy. Donâ��t sever what you are for what you couldnâ��t be. Youâ��ll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born, In the emptiness of Broken Flesh, at the Mercy of the Thorns.