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Slowly

 

Slowly cutting myself to pieces

I become smaller, less insignificant,

reduce myself to nothing.

Darkness glides into my vision,

light lifts my soul from my desiccated flesh.

Looking down I see my body and the ruin

of my civilisation, a hollow shell.

I journey to gothic solitude,

to a place called Evenfall.

gothic solitudedarkness sereneblack placebeauty

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