Under mist we are cry,
Slowly taking steps away,
Making heads empty.
Now inside the walls, we are
Awakening the monsters,
who were hiding
Under your bed all the times,
Through the black skies we are
Calling you back, call you again to live
In the emptiest times, we are revealing the truth about yourself, and us.
Skies are burning red, moons are reaching the stars through the mists of deep novels
Tears are falling into the endless ocean of dreams,
We are stepping into the hopeless illusions, touching eachothers.
I am fading into the cold fire,
reaching the Eldritch moonrise, desapearing from the world,
Slowly loosing my sight,
Finding the truth,
Behind your heart.
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LACRIMAE POETRICAE
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