March of the Lost

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Forever my friend

Though you'll be left behind

A cold statue,

An old shadow in the dark

Always remind

Yourself of the sick little memories

Of sunshine and citrus melody

Live in fantasy

Illusion.

Broken.

Violet stars, adrift in black clouds

Midnight whispers, silenced quiet

Find the silence

Roars in my mind

A white-striped tiger, prowling

Moving.

Stolen.

Brittle of ice

Snow flaked lashes

I'll find light

And it's darker than ashes

Precious to me,

I think of your home

Nestled in a grave,

Forgotten alone.

Looming.

Woken.

A nightmare for a night,

A thought for eternity

Until I drift into dust

Golden mercury's

Choking embrace

Sweet and smoky

I am the lion

Asleep

Dead by coyote.

Consuming.

Frozen.

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