Steps of life's blood pour from frayed torn ends
From the continuance of failure, into the afterlife
Strips of skin are ornaments of what her veil is
Strides of sin are what her grip is
The stars point down what shortness of life is like
Where is the guidance of a lost, hidden to the sky
Her existence is called continuum
Its neither there, nor anywhere
Stripping down before her own dusk
Celebrate the storm her name is void
Abandoned in the mirage of another beigns view
Silenced laughters of my own kind
Embrace the unkind hear the cry of others
It was the wrong path... path to follow
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