Your destruction of the self
Reflecting into your crafts
Infatuates me
The beauty of your soul
I found in its gloomy shadows
And your song of death
Was to me like a blossoming spring
The restraint of your manners
And your credulous eyes
Tell me that you have been there
At the intangible and unrestrained
The fleeting glance
When I knew you knew too
As they say
Everything is nothing
With a twist
Reflecting into your crafts
Infatuates me
The beauty of your soul
I found in its gloomy shadows
And your song of death
Was to me like a blossoming spring
The restraint of your manners
And your credulous eyes
Tell me that you have been there
At the intangible and unrestrained
The fleeting glance
When I knew you knew too
As they say
Everything is nothing
With a twist
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