Time withers away your beautiful face,
Pulling strands of endless light,
Endless light I know will end,
Your beauty will be ripped to shreds,
Fading into a deeper darkness,
Darkness that shadows my soul,
Tearing me apart,
Inside my heart of hearts.
I wish I could escape,
Could run from these shadows,
Climbing the pits of Hell,
The pits of Hell,
Shadows of fire,
Breathing heat down my neck as I run through,
As I escape into the light,
Where your beautiful face is withered into time.
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