Writhing doom on an eternal plain
I shot the bullet for discrepancy
Looked to the mark that loomed in the dark
Saw a white deer with horns too stark
A smile formed across the abstract sky
Then came the howl of madness’ cry
But the end was just the start
Back came the howl of the hated heart
Picking at bones like a carrion crow
I did dwell on the chains that I know
Wrapped in the mist of the seldom moon
One day I will be gone soon
But still the trumpet continues to scream
Like a cacophony of endless dream
Where colours are sepia and have their tone
That is why I walk in the valleys alone
Though still I hope for a new page
That will be offered by the right sage
Truth be told it’ll never come
For I am the eternal blind and dumb

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