Void, then
Music, the monotony
Me…
Me…
Void but once again,
Breeze and filth,
Sun on my back
Me…
The tilth,
The seed…
Black as much as black,
Void, to see…
Waiting, I bleed,
Nothing but an afterglow?
To find
To unbind
I know!
Me…
Me…
Me…
Zgharta
March 22nd 1989
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