‘Darkest Darkness’ by Marcus Koenig

a chance meeting or so

a mistake in common logic

who can remember such things

when so near the final bow

if we might breathe

we might escape the infernal drive

ah, sister, how we did laugh

seems to be only a while until morning

all attempts to contact you have been empty

so let us repeat our mantra and be done

we do not want the worst to be said of us

better for nothing to be said at all

come with me into the cold night

we will dance

we will live

we will

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