Mourning maiden nestled
into dreadful night,
windowpanes shattered,
Cutting into Inevitable wounds, echoing pathos,
surrendering to suffocating moon,
This flesh longs for you,
As if drifting winds soaks up promised lands,
Exhausting life thirsting to stay alive, alone lonely this soul fights,
Yet, here I plead,
where I can no longer stand,
but if tears are meant to bleed,
Then feeble maiden,
bleed while you can
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