Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It slays me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In pain I call your name
while Death's shadow surrounds me.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is because of you
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