Into

It's not often i get such a request
to see more of my darkness
an outstretched hand
asking to be led further
into my madness
seemingly unafraid to be blinded
by my soul-pitch and woe
i almost felt my dead heart beat
as we descended into my decay
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the exquisite pleasure of plunging
into the void
accompanied by another tortured soul
synchronous swimmers in an abyss of suffering
most cannot understand the bliss of the bleeding bane
but in the this pool of pain
we souls find peace