Dark phases of the moon
Bodies in the ocean waiting to be exhaled
Nothing but rotten dead ashes
Soaking the hell on the forgotten land
White thick fog creeping over these still waters
Story of my mind
Only a war inflicted could do so much pain
Cleansing the skulls and bones of the past
Running on sand to a future
Souls of the forsaken still burning inside
Don't tell a soul
But I think I've came to a conclusion of what death truly..
What death truly feels like
Story of my life
No, never again
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