the dust will pile higher and higher
memories will only fade
spirits will one day rise
feel the fire burn my eyes
i will bathe in the waters
poured from the sky
inhale dark winters
thoughts of decay
don? remain
fade away
scaling the walls
of my mind
with sweaty palms
unending dead end
shall we hold hands
and die?
morning star
shall not rise
unstitch the seams
free to dream
driven towards
the brink that will not sink
walking in a see of red
mist fills my head
with dreams of the dead
pale breath of sunlight
reignites my shame
as flowers consume the earth
how can something that only exists for a fragment of time cease to exist
when it never really existed at all?
cease to exist when it never really existed at all?
at all!

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I Alone
The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate)