transformation
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The becoming of the unnamed
Tell me Mother of Darkness,Sister of Sin,Who am I?For I no longer recognise my reflectionDrifting inside this hollow shell.Like icy hands threatening to rip the soul from this body. “Enjoy the silence.Open your heart to your darkest sorrows.Embrace the darkness within.Welcome the phantoms of your pastAs you dance over shattered glass.Savour the bitter tears running Continue reading
