Insanity

Alone and cold,
it grows so old.
Scared to leave,
nothing to achieve.
The rose wilts,
the scale tilts.
Loves dies,
hate flies.
Passion gone,
nothing to pawn.
The black swallows me,
it's time for tea!

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