I've chosen my chamber,
The isolation from freedom.
My somber face is ever,
a place for your doom.
I've chosen my spear,
Pierce the heart of the liars,
Begin to wander,
In the abyss of hunger.
I've had my adornment,
To be seen by all means,
Given my acquiescent,
All things shall be obscene.
I've taken my adieu,
Leaving everything in abeyance,
One time to allure,
The sense of ambivalence.
A.J : Not mine. But I love it!
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