Rustling through the avid nothingness
A whisper caught unsaid
The silence is yet unheard
The mournings yet un done
A tear trickles down the cheek
Crashing unto the voidal hurt
Dripping down the torn flesh
The crimson turned a pool
A soft sob craving deliverance
A sizzling moan of pleasure
A searing pain shot through the heart
A howl reverberating the stab wound
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