08:15 Jun 14 2026
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In the witching hour's velvet shroud, where shadows feast on fractured vows,
I wander as the dark angel, wings clipped by thorns of yesterday's vows.
Love, that treacherous flame, licks at my veins—friendship a chain of rusted gold,
Binding me close while it devours the soul, leaving embers cold.
Peaks of ecstasy crash into abyssal lows, a storm-tossed sea of rage unspoken,
Words claw at my throat like silent screams, drowned in the currents unbroken.
I am the psycho with a lover's grin, painting roses black in midnight's ink,
Haunted by phantoms of what we could be, their laughter a blade at the brink.
Freedom calls from distant shores of light, a siren veiled in ethereal white,
Yet the dark clings, a jealous lover, dragging me under in endless night.
Emotional tempests rage through my chest—an ache that devours, relentless, profound—
For you, my fractured friend, my forbidden flame, in this prison of echoes I drown.
I seek the dawn with bloodied hands, carving runes of despair on walls unseen,
A dark angel forever chasing the horizon's gleam, trapped in the in-between.
Love's peaks splinter into shards of pain, friendship a ghost that won't release,
In this sea of fury, I howl at the void—eternal, unhealed, at war with peace.
Come closer, beloved specter, let our broken hearts collide once more,
In the witching hour's embrace, where light and dark wage their endless war.
I am yours in the torment, the rage, the unreachable light—
A psycho's devotion, a fallen one's flight.
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