Death undertows in mysterous weekends
life will remain as an underground spirit
the nights that live as true and awoke
the secrets lie in time with the sand
thoughts and thoughts of going away
never doing it, never going

Thrills in the hot August night
you're willing to be alive
pain in the summer's future
slowly and sliding into your brain
endless eyes staring at yours

Dim and wishing
my life depends on belongings
losing myself in times of nothingness
feeling empty has its roots
deepest fears in slight agony
I am feeling more lost than ever
 
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