deprived of the enshrouding night
a reckoning of sorts slips through my fingers
'breathe' whispers my heart...'breathe'
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
i am broken.
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