In the inferno of the soul,
A blaze ignited by trust misplaced,
A serpent's whisper, a deadly dance,
Leads to a life shattered, scattered, lost.
The universe within, a chaotic spiral,
Each fragment of self at war,
Clawing, tearing, fighting within,
A battleground where no victor prevails.
Trust, the flame that once warmed,
Now devours, consumes, consumes,
Leaving behind ashes of broken dreams,
And the bitter taste of betrayal's kiss.
In the inferno of the soul,
The flames rage on, relentless and cruel,
But amidst the chaos, a spark still glows,
A flicker of hope, a whisper of resilience.
For even in the darkest night,
A soul can find its way back to the light,
Rising from the ashes, reborn and whole,
From the depths of the inferno of the soul.
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