The stone cold darkness
Devours my soul
Devoid of hope,
And perhaps longing.
I struggle to breathe
To unleash the knots
Formed in my vessels-
the blue black colour of wrath
The sound of death
Is louder than mourning
Said the bluebird,
Who flew away minutes before the dawn.
Don't listen to the bluebird. He's a liar and the father of all lies.
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