Descent into madness

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 Your face before my eyes

Amidst a peaceful night.

What used to be my vice;

Some thing that once was right…

Those orbs to whose entice

I once gave all my might…

Cruelty that beauty hides;

Such beauty made life bright

With shine that “never dies”

´til it ran from the fight.

Just one roll of the dice

And sadness was in sight…

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