Echoes of emptiness Hustle my heart Like an empty vessel Sailing without wind On waters still Among the isles of illusion rocks Ahead The corridor of fulfilled dreams With vacant seats For might, for happiness for dignity, me Madness Isolation Mist My trembling heart envisions The meadows of graves Shrouded with the fears Of the wandering soul Serpent the path Becomes Ravaged by pestilent winds Drenched in purulent sunset I am entering the realm of calmness Where affect you no awareness of grief In the flood of blackness I whirl
In the face of my fallen memories The eyes faint, gaze becomes blank But pitiless are the sun Scorching the shape and the shadow Till they cease There is no hiding Before the death's reflection In loving memory of what might have been The daring march has come to its halt I pass the gate of solemnity Paved with concept of living In candles' glare reflect the faces of my dreams With ash to grim, so solemn yet elusive
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