Death of a Melodic Soul
Her depression drones
an endless dirge
and proffers toxins,
sliding between space
that lied between his rhythm and ruin
that rejoiced her melodic destruction.
Embraced by shadows
and loved by not a soul
as the phantom consumes
the entire light
as she lies stripped bare
in a grave filled with bones.
They whisper their tear soaked songs
the intoxicating sweet scent of sorrow,
surrounds .
Ending so artistry,
with the fulmination of stars
a supernova be adorn,
goodbye to the soul
turning to be the artifact of the passage of time
only evidence of her condition
was the grave with her name
itched in bold.
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