I am all alone; scarred, broken and bleeding. Buried in a flaming
hell, slowly fading into the oblivion of solitude. How long must I stay?
How long must I remain without love, without hope, without anything,
but the dark?
Only the unforgiving dark remains, an empty, black,
abyss to give comfort to my dying soul. As my soul is ripped from deep
within me, I lay this rose in the snow. Blood escapes to the stones, my
heart breaks.
I am hidden, full of pain. Alone.
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