There is no remorse, for the coward fallen.
I tumbled down, blind to warmth. subject of regretful days.
Hopelessness is not, and never shall be.
But the malice takes me down.
We are fed and watered, till' we are bursting.
We have descended, the ladder rungs rot.
Heavy, worn, and grey.
I sate my desire, before i remember your name.
My hunger is a gaping vortex, which grows at the center of my greed.
We are fed and watered, till' we are bursting.
We have descended, the ladder rungs rot.
Heavy, worn, and grey.
I can't recognize love.
My senses are spoiled with a superficial disease
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