When I’m alone with mystery
I choose not this misery,
Death took them away so swiftly
They come to me, I kiss them softly
Without a chance to say goodbye
They all vanished like dye.
A swim in a lake of forsaken souls
Chills my heart’s core,
In its blood I sink
Thinking of the things
That are not meant to be.
Whispers in the winter night
Reveal the death of the lantern’s light,
They are here seeking for their plight,
Through this tough fight
I must climb this dyke of scarred sight
And guide them where pain is tamed.
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