Midnight hair, trailing down her back,
Like the path of oblivion,
Leading a trail of broken hearts,
Where those have followed.
Dark eyes,
Piercing my soul,
Like the fangs of a lioness,
Sinking into her prey.
No struggle,
The heart died a while back.
No fear,
The soul was gone long before I died.
No Anger,
All of it burnt out nigh on four years ago.
I die.
And now I can truly live.
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