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When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep,
And the volant funeral crows are watching,
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur,
They welcome me again.
Agonized and flattered to once become
A part of this horror scenario,
I descend with arms open wide.
Armoured and filled with painful pleasure,
Reflectingg streams of monstrous mirages,
I will not hide.
Loosing control in seductive madness,
Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis.
Dead colours appear within unshallow graves;
Alone in awe I face abhorrence below.
Trapped inside to suffer in silence,
Torn apart in mind and sense,
Baptized in this nightly glamour-
Rites of splendid essence.
Agonized and flattered, I once became
A part of the horror scenario.
Armoured and filled with painful pleasure,
I did not hide
Now when the gates are no longer shut,
I withdraw from the light of the sun.
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