Digging my own grave and,
Listening to my desperate echo.
A solitary hole in which,
I find myself at angels’ level.
An isolated fear comes to be,
Beyond the threatening shadowed grey.
Shatter dreams and shed the hope.
Blind in torment, lost the way.
Air becomes scarce, the fire burns.
Dirt and earth runs through my veins.
Words are broken, dead and gone.
And blood the sky will surely rain.
A single light within the dark,
An empty body with flames of grace.
Alone, forgotten, unaware.
From here, death, I will now embrace.
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