A dawn rose slow and quietly from a womb of
The wind blows through a broken window
Bringing the leaves of
Desolate October grief
Falls heavy like boulders of decay
Upon crestfallen life
Now all my days are dark, my only light is
Walking out of nowhere
Still no place to go out of
Unreal is grip of this dreamCalling out for truthMirage that
Ride to the silent shores and fly through the gardens
Can you draw a line between self and world
And bear
There's no words
Just quiet world around that disappears with me
Without
Plae lights are fading for final times in my eyes
For
Fallen from grace
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying
as fading light
draws
Dead branches standing still
So lifeless with no will
To hide a
Vines climb up on your sideTo garnish a stonewalls aroundAnd
This troubled waters burden is
Drawning me tonight
Of narrow straits of
Frore meadow in the dark..
Plumelets of your wings
are burning
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