
Where is the grave that hides my misery?
Thoughts of wilderness control my destiny...
Sins and lies destroyed me. Veins and wrists raised my poor pen... By a shaking hand I've drawn my own shame...
An ephemeral heritage lost beyond my bittersweet memories... Runes of my mind and heart's grave are only a reflection of my life... Slow and heavy steps beneath my eyes... A world beyond my own is running ahead... No way to catch it... No trace to follow... It just laughed when I begged it to stay...Crying and regretting is all that I do... Blind spots are everywhere around this hurricane, which is made by emptiness, are chasing me from underground. No chance to live... No way to die.
Nightmares kill the soul... Aspirations are buried deep in the ground... And yet, I'm still alive. But is this a miracle/gift or just a curse?!!!
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