| The Vanishing |
| | Still I feel lost
In this chaotic world of hypocrisy
The memories still haunting me
And the voices echoing between
With a bleak smile on my face I feast
As I still mourn the past
I watch as the naked leaves fall
And rigid branches crackle under my feet
I will return to the peace I so long forgot
Regression and progression are the same
In this state of suspended animation
Heartless I lie on the coldest ground
...night is too bright for me
I learn't much of the lies
I have seen witches burning on stakes
I will never smell the fresh air again
My vision is blurred with fine hoarfrost
The horrendous truth
It blurred my vision
I glance (at you) with empty eyes
As I vanish into think fog
I realize that
Night is too bright for me... |
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