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The void's black,

a nervous wreck,

created by an event,

a feeling's blend.

For no purpose,

the black rose,

so it seems,

burst your seams.

Like some steam,

the black ascend,

within your realm,

no way to mend.

No need to fear,

within shadows,

don't look to your rear,

an overdose.