within the noise of my own silence
sinner man tasted demon's blood
a little spark set all this violence
he brought me the darkest cloud
my wings turned to dried branches
tremors,destroying protection walls
stucked into the sense of looseness
curse was seeping through the holes
again realising there is no future
slowly leaving my conscious behind
when i am loosing my own nature
he came here for his best haunt..
'In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni'
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