In hushed desperation fell,

a silence I could not dispel.

Against mine heart, and all her sorrow,

a will from thee, I could not borrow.

To stay mine soul from a dire rend,

so into thine mind I could transcend,

and seek you out, there within,

crawling underneath your skin.

Of hearts and hopes, to lost to find,

sinking down into your mind.

Beauty has a splendor there,

though its cluttered with despair.

And, StrangeLand love, is love obscure.

a disease to which there is no cure.

But death, ah yes...a remedy,

to which there is consistency.

And fear not, if StrangeLand love should spire,

upend your thoughts, and your desires.

For if this love should overtake you,

and it's cruelty, yet, should break you,

Death, can cure, your sorry state,

for if your dead, your heart can't break.

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