Noir

So comforting the darkness, enveloping yet vast.
So reassuring the abyss, staring at me from the past.
Ever fleeting is the spark, that small glimmer of light.
Never seeping through the dark, for more than just a night.
Vigilant is my melancholy, never straying from my side.
Steadfast with its demagogy, my subconcious is its pride.
So peaceful is the turmoil, a Stockholms case in my head.
So graceful is the coil, the serpent pining for the dead.

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