My world burns in colour of rage
Cold and black throughout the vein
Bleeding out disappointments and disgrace
From the heart which love once reigned
Your world stands under the white pillars
Of ignorance and egotistical conveniences
Streaming loutishly with sweetness of lies
Into the beautifully wasted space of emptiness
Wear your heart-rending throne, my queen
Your ill fated soul is blind and deaf
While my fate has become my own enemy
It bestowed upon me the love that I cannot have
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