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Dear Dead DawnMy eyes reap the tries Shun out of lies Now all they could see is a black dawning Lost the trail of cries Watch the mirror dies Now all I could hear is the dark, yawning Tired of gleams I’m tired of dreams Uttering a terminal sigh of relief Bringing my brim Freeing the unclean Gnashing the hardest pit of believe Oh, my grief My soul adrift Crows too brief My essence stiff I bereft… me Deprived… of myself Dead…. |