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Obituarius, On Cue

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Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades,
now only a memory of a broken mirror
blighted sordid and so I pray,
putting to rest the fog of mist
for I am but a troubled smile.

When the time comes, darkness descends
with a burial shroud, and silver complexion,  
as the curtain closes on the day
but without a tear for it is written,
to forever disguise my immortality.

For I was but a troubled cheek,
and this will be the last you hear of me,
with a jar on the table, a blood red heart,
to forever silence my pain
without decay.

 

 

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