trapped in the crest of
loneliness, the blood of this
battle heighten and dissemble
the veins that long for you
constantly, breaths heave
in warring silence, eyes seething,
skin burning like an ember
in a dense, cold midnight
done with deceit, and there
never was a surrender to things
without faith, there never was
a defeat in the songs i gave
only you - there is only clarity,
there is only endlessness.
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