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It returns, the memory.
I feel it, coursing through my veins.

I pour a glass, and drink to life
But dream of death, a kiss from beyond
My dreams are iron, but my hopes are fog
My quest to deny what fate creates.

It returns, the memory.
I feel it, coursing through my veins.
It is lost, through the smoke
Fading beneath the waves.

Cool, I feel the northern breeze
Thin, the air it chills my bones.
Yet find a shelter in these thoughts.

Bleed, bleed out your dream
Curse, curse your own name
Shriek, against the sky
The clouds only bring change

I reserve but a shade of memory
I will destroy by my hand
I rip to shreds what you think is real
And reveal the emptiness behind

The womb shall reveal the blade
To pierce the soul of iniquity
In bringing death, and bringing hurt
Vacuous existence ends in pain.

To breathe life into the empty
To seek spiritual in the unholy.
I try to find the right path to salvation.
But why try to save what should not be saved?

Pull what you will from what’s left
As the ice still peppers the grass
Rebuild if you will
But your fate is lost in the cycle

The weight of loss is bearing down upon me
Tragically twisted – dead, denied to the world
Joy was but a lightning strike
And now it’s whispered away
The smell of decay fills my nose
I can feel the wind carry my fog away
Birds, still in the sky, break through the grey…endlessly flapping.

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