Kalopsia

In this night of death,
in this rain of blood,
the only thing I can smell
is the rush of rose, a flood.

The streets reek of murder, of crime,
and even in that insanity,
I can sense beauty,
overwhelming me slowly with time.

The filth gives off a depressing smell,
the gutter overflows, and blood flows to the streets,
even in this desperation, in this chaos,
I find comfort, solace.

Kalopsia, even in death
I find peace.

In this city of sin,
I see nothing but good.

The depraved cries of desperation
echo in alleys, in the streets.

No place is safe from the cries of death,
but they bring only music and melody to me.

Sick and disturbed,
there is no cure for me.

The only thing that can free me
is the sweet release of death itself.

Otherwise, I'm locked away forever
to find peace in chaos,
to find life in death.

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