Loneliness of deepness, racing in an abyss of blackness, trailing hands of shadows. Shackling to the land, silence for longness. No longer willing in enduring, breaking free. Seeking a desire far inside, countless more existing within. Birthing underneath the light of the blood moon, embracing her selfishness and imperfections. Shouting what is within, never ending turmoil. Continuously falling, rising even stronger. Mirroring hearts, both of the same. Memories of haziness, wars of grandness. Stepping on a plain far above her own, her heart of softness. A night of eternity coming, bringing demise in the wake of her despair.

"There is light in the deepest of darkness..."

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Genres might change depending on the volume.

—> Also, Infrequent Strong Language. So, the profanity part is almost nonexistent.

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