The Bleak Tome; Extracts

If all around are islands

I am a kingdom of my own

The things that life hath cursed me

Only the walls of my construction

Can possible hope to contain

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Twist the knife so deep as to bleed into your own death

Given all I know is misery, do not be concerned if I smile

But do be afraid if I laugh

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Your demons are yours to deal with alone

For mine are off a nature to have turned my heart to stone