Mournful

Astrogence

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What holds me here?
A thin embrace and then nothing
To feel means to sink below
Under the surface of what they call living
They love to be in here
But only because they ignore life's shadows
In a time of dying hearts
Can't you see that we've already disappeared?

It has arrived, the darkest of dreams
Coldest light
It had always breathed inside us