Is this the climax of my dreams?
What a very, very long road it's been.
I feel as though I need to escape,
the silence is killing me, I can't even hate.
So this is the feeling of nothing left: doom
What's left for ashes? They've already been consumed.
What a strange feeling I didn't know I had
Until it all was over, where's my bottle of Vlad?
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