There is a lonely storm that is as cold as death, with a heart that is blackened from the sickness of this world.
Deep inside,
darkness lies.
silent screams,
violent cries.
Waning moon,
haunting sea,
demonic visions,
calling thee.
Silence screams,
violent skies,
everything around me dies.
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