what made this soul seem so crescent
marking her time to whats know present.
but the sweetist life embraced from the sun.
it's very essence slapped by the pain.
Wishing, wanting, hoping,
that her life she hasnt left.
Dire is the darkness imaged of once seen.
such time that's now, for midnight hour
Hiding souls that creep and lour.
allowing lonelyness, love, and hate into  reality
lost in the shadows of from the memmory of her
sinking into  alluring euphoria, familiar yet unknown.
this shall be her truth, invisible yet shown.
the mindlessly catatonic dead but living,her dreadful
manic life.
she that bears a faceless reflection within.
here under the melancolic sound.
Wishing, wanting, hoping,
disapearing of scars that still bleed.
what made this soul lifless and no longer crescent
marking her time to whats no longer present.

-kumiko yamamoto
Written by AlexnEmoLand (RevolutionOfAlex)
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