Current Mood: cold

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::: Lost Heaven :::

that highest
blinding pinacle of bright joy
you are the stars
hoping
in the blackened night

you are heaven in all its
wisened beauty

and I
for lack of you
am in hell

the icy pit
satan's eternal cage
resides within my belly

torturous fires
fry my nerves
panic overrides logic

suicide trees
have replaced my dreams
with silence

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