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My morbid world: the conscience left its mire.
The evil was brought forth the hateful knife.
Blade’s prepared-no one’ll stop my desire
To cut my precious creed in carefree life.
I looked for right suicide: to scorch on fire,
I yearned for eager doom , to death to dive
And nothing seemed to bother my desire-
But scornful Muse decided to arrive.
O how I bled with pale eruption’f grieving
And how I shrieked at sight of burial wreth-
Did ye possess my fair lust after leaving
My morbid world that heard me to confess?
And I’d stop my heart without hesitating
But I can’t leave with pale shade of fading.
My morbid world
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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