I lay, astray-ed by the winds of despair,
My aching soul weeps, but I don’t care,
I open my eyes to visualize those walls,
That mock my being as I start to crawl... ...
Remember the day? Remember the night?
Deep in silence I've drowned in moonlight.
Dark and deep finally I sleep,
In veil disguised a dead man's weep. ...
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