Collapse
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Vincula
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Collapse
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In the serene dusk of collapsing ambitions,
The burden of scars left by demise still lingers.
Wandering through shattered realms of reflection,
Where dreams dissolve, and silence swallows all desire.
In the roots of confinement, the collapse prevails,
Embraced by depletion as every hope derails.
Breathe in, exhale, repeat—collapse.
The hourglass strains to grasp the shape of fading time,
A pendulum swings violently between almost and never.
Wandering through shattered realms of reflection,
Where dreams dissolve, and silence swallows all desire.
In the roots of confinement, the collapse prevails,
Embraced by depletion as every hope derails.
Within the cadence of despair, the soul finds its refrain.
The walls of desolation bear the scars of suffering,
Carved by the relentless march of eternal obscurity.
In the murmurs of catastrophe, silence screams its fate.
Breathe in, exhale, repeat—collapse.
Beneath a bleeding sky of fractured dread,
A restless ache consumes each fleeting breath.
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Aether
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Mire
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Enthrall
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Beseech
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Beseech!
Oh, murky depths where reason grows into a barbed plight,
Each mirrored thought reflects a cynical, desperate hue.
Mouthing a silent beseech,
Mourning a crushed dream.
Consuming my own leech,
Staring a perpetual gleam.
What solace lies beyond this limitless storm,
When discernment bends beneath this reign?
A cursed veil that has darkened my thought’s glee,
Where shadows feast upon the paling sun.
A supplication for a brief respite
In a life of eternal torment.
Mouthing a silent beseech,
Mourning a crushed dream.
Consuming my own leech,
Staring a perpetual gleam.
What solace lies beyond this limitless storm,
When discernment bends beneath this reign?
Beneath this grievous sky,
Murmured taunts pierce the skull—
A chorus of whispers that are more felt than heard.
Lucid minds see truths too dire to endure.
Mouthing a silent beseech,
Mourning a crushed dream.
Consuming my own leech,
Staring a perpetual gleam.
What solace lies beyond this limitless storm,
When discernment bends beneath this reign?
What phantom voice does haunt the hollowed ear,
That each whisper fears a dagger’s silent thorn?
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Vestige
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Seethe
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