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Morgueatorium
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2020-04-02
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"I'd rather sink than swim."
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but I'd never take advice from *him*
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no matter how charming are his wiles
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no matter how shiny his eyes, or how he beguiles
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but every day I stand on Darkness' shore
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the void which entreats me to live for my own sake no more
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and take up someone else's cross, no longer society's sore
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"Don't you want to stop being alone?"
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lost limbs, lost sight, voyeuristic clothes
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family taking on countenances I'd rather have for my own
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submission as a plaything to powerful men
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no jaw to smile as I bring about my own end
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but you pull me back, away from the mire
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you who entreat me to place my own happiness higher
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sing in the depths of the terror-filled night-
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how I adore you, dear child of light!
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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