Pleasant Hell
▁▁▏Edge of the WorldThe Melody of Their Demise
inside
inside a cold chamber,
inside a colder sound, their cold sound,
to soothe the most willful of beasts,
inside
inside
the melody she plays soars
up, up, higher, higher, into the dry, desert skies
the melody she plays roars
inside
inside
his heart beats to the rhythm,
the metronome of ink spills and blood drips,
synchronized is their sound,
inside
inside
he takes her
to forgive, to be forgiven
inside
false hope
only hope
his and hers
to end in
empty words
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