rowning in sepia, she faded her world

And wrenched at the threads of solace

Blood flow thin, the elixir of passion

Teeming through poorly stitched seams



Empress of dismal, who inhales depression

With filed teeth, tore at stagnation

Woe was a blade encrusted in rust

Into her own black heart she thrust



The searing abyss that I saw in her eyes

Whispered betrayal, a contagion of lies

You are in danger, she said unto me

Escape from this place, set yourself free



Suicide was the portal, void of distress

A weary voyage into my oubliette

Forever in darkness, together we are

Sweet deprivation, most cordial emotional scar



Drowning in sepia, she faded her world

And wrenched at the threads of solace

Blood flow thin, the elixir of passion

Teeming through poorly stitched seams