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Wehe MirYour portrait burns my cortexEngulfed in the heartache Languishing words meander through currents Transmute your warm breath Transmute your warmth and sweat Engulfed in the heartache Into the heartless silence Into the sufferance... Those afar holler this ghostly shell One last toast for the road But the bottle towers and beckons, The night is still young’ ‘The night is still young’ Smiling at the face of sadness To impress and punish myself Tortured by black candlelight Fingers raking through razors (To love and loss) |