"Kill Me's Sweet Seduction"

today lived on as the longest hour,
the darkest day,
again though you ran,
you ran away,
the lust transpired and yet no tune,
escaped from your mouth,
no merciless room.
you ran,
ran away from the demons and darkness,
from the sleep and the tide,
ran into the gloom,
the tender wound,
where hidden forever you hide.
naked terrors scream
at the future forseen,
and forever you whistle this tune.

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hopeless memories,
never cease to beat,
a foot upon a path,
to get to the goals deceased.