"Ethereal Blue"
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And, broken away from mind,
worthless as the broken wing
of an archangel of heaven,
struggling not to fall and cease;
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she ended craving madness.
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And locked away, hidden in lies
and buried 'neath gravish stone,
so shunned and made pariah,
refusing to be loved and cherished;
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she turned away from gladness.
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And, rended from her own heart
forcing the rise of her own will
(a victim of self, her own vile sins)
negating her own truthful fragility;
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she craved the ravening madness.
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And, blue and silent in her place,
awakening to a too-stark reality,
casting away doubt and fear of gods,
bleeding herself out of memories;
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she feared the shine of gladness.
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And, alone in loathesome senility,
losing control of her dreamstate
now inky-black and snowy-white,
become as stark as true love;
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she welcomed her final madness.