For I have tasted,
The tears of dying souls,
And was refreshed.
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We are ghost children,
Echoing our hidden names,
To the winds and sands. |
A demon's promise,
Announced on a tongue of flame.,
Brings a sweet respite. |
Fathoms deepening,
A labyrinth of
dreaming,
Falling to my knees. |
Each perfect shadow,
Brings a taste of older days,
Suffocating me. |
Walking hand in hand,
In the darkness and despair,
Trust in my warnings. |