Dead leaves are opening to my eyes
They crucifying the sunlight for it’s beauty
Dead leaves are covering my hands
Dead words are falling down from my lips

Dead leaves are growing
Through me like ancient trees
Filling my hands by bloody tears
Darkness is coming in my soul
Calling to oppose to the light
As I turn into the splendid witherless tree

So beautiful the forest in darkness of moon sky
It’s fairness destroying the human in me
It’s grandeur evolving the beast in me
Hatred branding its stalks through my dead eyes

Dead leaves are covering my hands
Dead words are falling down to my lips
I’m touching my face with the scorched branches
With them I’m crying by tears of perception

Dead leaves are growing
Through me like ancient trees
Filling my hands by bloody tears
Darkness is coming in my soul
Calling to oppose to the light
As I turn into the splendid witherless tree

So beautiful the forest in darkness of moon sky
It’s fairness destroying the human in me
It’s grandeur evolving the beast in me
Hatred branding its stalks through my dead eyes

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