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Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies, |
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Where all my buried visions lie, |
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Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart, |
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Like a burning dagger within my heart |
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Smothering, suffering, |
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My face in the mirror |
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Just another carved monument of transience |
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Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream |
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Longing for the final coronation |
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The day of this sickness' cremation |
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A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life" |
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Depressing emptiness, |
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Loss of perception |
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Misery, come and bless my soul once more |
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Forgotten, the time, when |
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I was free |
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Forsaken, the place, where |
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I wish to be |
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Just one picture marked in my mind, |
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Death take my hand, |
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Take me to the ruins of my destination! |
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Rest in oblivion my persihed soul, |
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In places so drab, in timeless spheres, |
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Never to be called again |
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Life is all in vain, for only ashes will remain |
