In my waking chamber the nightly winds howl and wail.
My thoughts are boundless.
Deeply hidden miseries entwine countless shadows.
With there quick glances ---- piercing me.
Lucid dark smiles conquer the distance!
Fiery breathing is blowing over my shadows.
As they have fallen ---- I lay in silence.
My silent sentinel is weeping bitterly.
Drop by drop ---- the demon kiss is slaying my soul.
Where are the morning hours?

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