A cigarette in hand, pen in another. A love which was lost, left it’s scars behind. Tears flowing down, as softly as the ink flows down the page. Sitting in an empty room with a burning candle. Surrounded by shadows and ghosts from the past. These bones are now worn out from carrying the burden of this fatuous existence. There’s silence, chaos and violence but it’s all locked within. Caged like the heart. This soul is riven in pieces. It’s slowly closing it’s lifeless eyes in the arms of desolation. Slowly losing itself in the mist of time.

Slowly losing itself in oblivion.

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