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CRISTY

July 24, 1993

[SOLIS ORTUS]

There are no words left to say
No dreams to awaken from
No flowers that will bloom.

All that's left inside
is the blackness of my soul.

As coldness settles in
an icy wind prevails
over the barren landscape of my heart.

This is the reality I'm born into,
the dark shadows of my life--
the failure of my existence.

There is no love here
where the blackness prevails
and hollow visions walk the landscape,
like a mind torn from its skull.

My life is an empty one,
full of misery.

Beautiful carrion,
lovely birds of death,
feed upon my body
until there's nothing left;
except the worthless memories,
a nightmare that was a dream
and this hell that I have found.

(I never would have guessed
I could sink to such a depth.)

down in a hole | that's what i get | something i can never have | do you believe in shame?

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