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Stars of Hell shine black and naked,
Where the ghost of light has faded.
We can bloom with poison together,
Like flowers of the void forever.

On and on, I walk through my separate lives:
The one I know, and the one that survives.
Both passing through my veins, haunted
By the pain I always wanted:
Is redemption possible, or damned shall I be?
I wanted this, and for my sins, it was given to me.

Who held the key to this cell for a while?
Who was it who made melancholy’s smile?
I found a shaft of light within the prison walls
Where with the retreating steps, my spirit now crawls.

It was not real, but it was mine to feel.
It was not real, but it was mine to feel.
A plague of my own design…
A precious gift: The disease was mine.

Stars like these, I no longer can find.
To such jewels, my heart is blind.
Deeper and secret, this loss carries you
Just as sure as the truth buries you.
Alive and not living, all around me
Is a sorrow given to surround me.
Summon my desire and use it against my soul
And every minute of my life, you can control
This small being of the earth forever and anon
Until through ways of the flesh, my will is gone.

It wasn’t real, but it was mine to feel…
It wasn’t real, but it was mine to feel…
It wasn’t real, but it was mine to feel…
It wasn’t real, but it was mine to feel…

© 2021 Marten Hoyle
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