Silver white sands spill from my hands As they flow the grip tightening shows They cannot be contained, they cant be owned Each individual, yet collectively as one
Afloat upon space dust in this world Riding time as though it doesn’t exist Fleeting through and planting here Somewhere close yet not so near
Deep down in my mind, in its darkest corner, there's an abandoned graveyard, filled with lost desires, a dark land, raped, scarred... In my thoughts, hidden within my necropolis of dreams,
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