alexandra hollow

Rookie (15.12.1986 / Caransebes)

Post Mortem

Something I remember lies within your past,
Your words, your mouth as you spell the death,
It seems like a dream with never ending cast,
It seems so obscure like the stories of Beth.

When reaching for stretched arms you've fallen inside,
And you crumble on fear and you stumble on veins,
And between all these there's one sole thing denied,
Who gets all the fame and who gets all the gains;

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