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Feb 7, 2015
A dangerous emotion,
Fills you with dead passion.
A void you fall into,
Into blues of different hue.
This blanket of lost darkness,
Lulls you with a sweet caress.
Nothing seems to matter,
You look ahead yet you wander.
A vile thing that eats you from within,
Not a damn sound, a master of creeping.