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A beautiful smile only serves as deception

Solitude at the heart of its conception

Remaining tears replaced by desperation

Searching for a paradise through elation

A void trembles as her world looses base

The empty pleasure reflected on her face

The blackened steel of a blade in her hand

Her admiration of nothing in a never land

A hopeless tone soon filled with eerie light

Joy gained from the thought of eternal night

A realm of lackadaisical mists that brings only peace

A world that only signifies an empty release

An ominous grin that spoke words unsaid

Now all that's left is to cut the thread