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1)
We are the reflections of ourselves
The horribly flawed
Tainted
Wasted
A shaken temple of tortures
Forgotten
Forsaken

2)
Existence is not linear
We live everday as we inch closer to our deaths.

3)
There is nothing left but sound

4)
I hear the cries of a fallen angel
Her voice calms me
Like an ambient soundscape of her fears
Enveloping my senses
Rapturing my soul
And then
Silence

5)
Her touch caresses me
Like a bind
Where each line falls apart
And there is nothing left but our sins

6)
Naked and vulnerable
The pieces start to fall
I am shattered limb by limb

7)
Her voice destroys me
Like a wilting flower

8)
There is nothing left
The walls have shrunk
In my desolate state
I am prepared
She calls for me

9)
She makes death more bearable

10)
There is no escape from this labyrinth
Except for her voice
That shatters me

11)
There is no end to this torture
Except for her caress