There is a tragedy
deep within this soul
A dark aura
made of
We travel into the world of woe
through the portal of
Deeper thoughts unknown to hope
lightyears of drowning
into the cosmos of
Deep traumatic illusions
opens the gateways within
Into the surreal Master's gar
The hand that smothers all dreams
Can never be lifted
From your
Rain falls black from the skies gray
as tears they fell
I held the stars on my hand
the nightsky in these
Shadows dance
on visions fabric veil
Reality becomes obsolete
as I walk through
Silence is born from sorrow
eternal seem the ages now
since we
Your warmth is false
Inside your hollow bosom
You´ll hide the solitude
Of
Solitude wanders
where once the sun rose
in essence of a silent
"This solitude is all I havecold nothingness is all I
"Sad whispers in dead trees, a graveyard ofyellow leaves, rising
I drown into ocean, into the shorelessocean of eternity, stars
Mournfully, the same sun rises againthe times of yesterday are
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