Thoughts on a Dreary Morning

Despair has a seductively enticing voice
     as it whispers its lies
 drawing the aching soul into its
 velvet tentacles of promised rest
                                   release from pain
                                   nevermore
hiding its hideous face behind
    a veil of virgin delights
                   paradise lost and regained
all the while cackling with a witch's horrid laugh
only the damned can hear

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