In absolute silence we whisper to unseen guests
"Welcome please don't ever leave."
Like a prayer
We hate being lonely.

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In absolute silence we whisper to unseen guests
"Welcome please don't ever leave."
Like a prayer
We hate being lonely.
Human malice and divine mercy burn in your eyes. Bitterness still lingers on your tongue. You cannot find your way home.
The line between valour and foolishness blurs when you sink your teeth into plague ridden flesh.
Have you forgotten the pain of crumbling already?
Your heart is burning.
It's melting.
It's wholly vanished.
But you feel at ease now. You are free.
All the leaves are burnt, the sky is red
Calamity fell unto you in silence yet be afraid not and listen
You may just hear our wordless whispers.
A little mouse pleaded,
"Why is it you love the dying flower so?"
"The dying flower's beauty, like your life, is ephemeral; soon it will rot away to nothing—just like you.'"
In the realms of the forsaken, the pale sun's dying glow caressed the decaying flowers.
Can't you feel her ghastly gaze upon your feeble flesh?