Inability to release, a travesty;
Incapable of forgetting, a burden.
Forged in this life, a via dolorosa;
An open-ended conclusion, a scourge.
A resolute quietus, a solecism;
A diffident life, an ire.
Never to be exacted, a vendetta;
To ever forget, a sweet release.
To dance with the Angel again, a gaiety;
To be unfettered by this Demon… a joie de vivre.
“I couldn’t face a life without your light… it took the death of Hope to let you go…” — Corey Taylor
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