Within a burning abyss of infernal splendor
I recall when it was all so new and magnificent
Saying things that burn to zero
Smoke and charred bones
The stories we tell to pass the time
I can love you because I am already dead
It is the little things that cause pain now
What to do with eternity in a box
Breaking free with a sigh
And a few words whispered on the breeze
Nobody can touch me now
Everybody is a ghost of my memory
Disappearing with the Sun
I am king of Nothingness
Undone.
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