I am
no longer
a gravedigger
who lay to rest
his own life
this time
of vacancy
in my misunderstanding
pretending
in the dark dream
already sparkle morning air
let it disperse my memory
I am
open my eyes
blinding in the light of the day
decay
will keep me from
simplification
they were selected by distort
in their stuck of true support
isolation
desolation
wistfully
you know
you will be like
not care
but
breath
no longer
a gravedigger
who lay to rest
his own life
this time
of vacancy
in my misunderstanding
pretending
in the dark dream
already sparkle morning air
let it disperse my memory
I am
open my eyes
blinding in the light of the day
decay
will keep me from
simplification
they were selected by distort
in their stuck of true support
isolation
desolation
wistfully
you know
you will be like
not care
but
breath
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