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Beyond the Blue
An incandescent devil rose up from the shadows,
Her august robes tinged with gold.
And she spoke in a way that led me to think
That perhaps I had met her before.
But in spite of her tone, I still felt alone
(And the air, it carried a sense of despair
A vague, inextricable sense of despair)
I felt heavy and lost, but still I was drawn
To her aura and elegant character.
As I approached, she came in close
Leaned in and whispered her name.
I was quiet and I listened--
Oblivious to reason--
As she smiled and she turned away.
I was enticed by a fragrance, a floral bouquet
The scent of jasmine and roses and organic decay. . .
So I followed her into the shadows--
The shadows from whence she had came--
And as the cold settles down and a fog descends,
I stumble along and I follow her still
Unable to breathe, I follow her still
Away from the dimming light of day
And into the gaping maw of my grave.
Her august robes tinged with gold.
And she spoke in a way that led me to think
That perhaps I had met her before.
But in spite of her tone, I still felt alone
(And the air, it carried a sense of despair
A vague, inextricable sense of despair)
I felt heavy and lost, but still I was drawn
To her aura and elegant character.
As I approached, she came in close
Leaned in and whispered her name.
I was quiet and I listened--
Oblivious to reason--
As she smiled and she turned away.
I was enticed by a fragrance, a floral bouquet
The scent of jasmine and roses and organic decay. . .
So I followed her into the shadows--
The shadows from whence she had came--
And as the cold settles down and a fog descends,
I stumble along and I follow her still
Unable to breathe, I follow her still
Away from the dimming light of day
And into the gaping maw of my grave.
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