scorched ashes in between teeth had fled
from all the polluted mistakes

wasted time and wasted days
staring to the wall we all stay
but none of us realize
the damage carved in our minds

automaton of conformity
emerged and ruled by the greed
days are passing through my eyes,
as the sand flows through my fingers

falling to the knees in grief
seems to be the only relief

beyond every blackened horizon
sailing in an uncertain way
through storms through waves
against the wind
in the sea of lonelyness

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