All hope is gone,
new desires are never born.
All roads meet the end,
as my spirit gets more offend.
All doors remain closed,
every second my breath errodes.
It makes me wonder,
right beneath this thunder.
The crying echo still can be heard in my heart,
the smoke filled in my room lingers in the dark.
And when i go through that sacred phase,
nobody can understand its strange ways.
Where do i go now from here,
running from my shadow which is unclear.
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