a place unseen, where blood overcomes from black stones
where all the lights are candles, into fields of dead flowers

there lies a figure, in mournful dress
weeping at the freezing air
kneeling to unkown icons...

...they point at him...

high laughters roar for miles
ghouls have stolen all his dreams
(now) he's transparent like a ghost
they see what's inside of him

(but)
...they point at him...

they see a heart, pounding faster
they see his thoughts, obscured torment
they invite him to the shore, so he can see the...

...dark stream overflown...

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