I'm living with memories
The dreams, them I cherish
where are you? decayed love
Perished, desolately lay in catacomb
the moist eyes, to enliven the remain
search every nook and corner in vain
Don't you see? How insane?
The thought throttle in pain
How to live in this rude world!
I seek solace for the sorrows untold
You can't feel! molten heart desist
feelings, only the hardest bone exist.
for ages old mortal remains
in the catacomb in its walled stones
but the insane mind reconstruct the bones
a statue murmar of beauty aestheic
abundant love flickers organic
to enliven, take possession.
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