Loom above the corpse Dripping from closed fists Soaked inviscous fluids Body still convulsing The sensation remains, frantic exhalation
Gaze upon the wreckage The battle fought No comfort finds me Only hollowness
What's to become of me now? Where is my enemy? What foe to vanquish? What peak to climb? Where is my zenith? Vanishing point? War waged, all for naught?
The lost, lost always The taken, forever taken The space within my skin; my kingdom, my prison Lay in ruin
No vigor renews the shattered No effort can hope to rebuild me Vortex at the core where I am cast to suffer fate And yet I am freed Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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