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Saw her fading, blank stare into me Clenched fist from the beautiful pain Darkness reared its head Tearing within the reeling haze Took control, claiming my flesh Piercing rage, perfect tantrum Each and every one would die at my hand Choking in warm ponds of blood At last, weak and torn, I went down Drained from strength, flickering breath Came with the moon The wayward in conscious state Flanked and barred in destiny's end Underneath with hope in latches Swathed in filth, any would betoken Starlit shadows on the wall Finally there to collect me From the bowels of sin
A woman stands by a serene lake under a full moon, her expression contemplative. The dark sky and clouds create a moody atmosphere, reflecting a sense of calm and introspection.
