Here I, perpetual wandering
spirit, roaming aimlessly
on the lonely streets of necropolis
Prying through the chambers
of catacombs; I see
Some nursing heart, some
bleeding minds & some
fighting insomnia waiting
for berceuse to play
All in the chaos of crypted
mess, drenched in abyss of darkest
secrets, all jumbled
up and morose.
Until, feeling of tiredness
creeps with deep hollowed
numbness at the center
of my being

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