My hand is crumbling, corroded by acid...
At one time our fingers were linked
but now what remains is an emptiness to fill up.
My hand corroded by emptiness..

Scourged by hope.
I'm the prey in the unsteady, passing existence.

The truth that I would never to know...
As a puppet I fall into the suffering's abyss,
dominated by the one who is weaver and reaper.

Even now my soul is dying at the gates of winter.
Even now my soul is dying at the gates of her heart...
of her heart.

Just a smile and everything falls to pieces.
Just a smile and everything dies...and everything dies.

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