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The empty mussel beaches

an open wound without pearls

your face pressed in pillows

it's like a broken shell in the sand

the wind blows cold, where the dreamland ends.

The night surrounds you fear

the sun reflects on it's shivers

the ceiling of cruel and dark.

Dreamlands end.

Suffering from emptiness

being full of loneliness

hope to find you in the future

hope to find you in the dark

I feel the thorns drilling into my flesh.

Dark, blackened soul

the enchantment foes straight on.

Light spreads out in my life

but you are not there

reach out for my hand

open your eyes

the flower will arise

wind is blowing cold

Thinking of you, my blood red flower

Fear - I'm afraid of pain

hating - hating the dark void

to be - alone with you my blood red flower