In the depths of my mind, a room resides,
A sanctuary of chaos, where panic hides,
A place of refuge, yet a prison too,
This is the tale of my Panic Room.
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In the depths of my being lies a hole,
A void that echoes of despair and pain,
A cavity where loneliness takes its toll,
A wound where love fails to sustain.
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Somewhere; somehow
I'm bound to find you in a hidden place.
My name is Death.
I come bearing burned offerings.
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In the stillness of the night, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the realm between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.
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In the mirror of my mind, I see a reflection,
A soul searching for love and affection,
A heart that's fragile, a spirit that's torn,
A journey of self-discovery, waiting to be born.
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In the depth of my heart, where love does reside,
A gentle rhythm beats, a feeling to guide.
Yet when danger nears, it quickens its pace,
Morse code in my chest, a coded embrace.
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In the silence of the night, where shadows dance,
I whisper my final words, my last chance,
To tell the world of my love and my pain,
As I take my last breath, in this realm so plain.
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In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,
Lies a heart that bleeds, under a spell,
A wound so deep, it refuses to heal,
A pain so raw, it cannot conceal.
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In the realm where time stands still,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
There lies a tale of immortal will,
A saga of the divine.
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