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Blanketed

in the deep chasm

of my heart

Pain echoes

soundlessly

washing over me

like a rhythmic tide

of anguish.

My soul erodes.

As I gasp

for a last smoldering breath

slowly

the white fog

of madness

wraps its spindly fingers

around

my naked humanity

hiding the ragged precipices

of my insanity.

And my soul is saved

from its own despair

on the winds of angles

as the demons grasp

for a stronghold

on my being

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