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So close to the ruins of time

They die

So far, far from your life, as wind

My hands old from the self,

The void of memories in my head

Tremble inside nowhere to hide

And nowhere to run

Hours of death screaming inside

Broken mirrors of hope

Im bringing more grief

Faces of light bound in the sky

And break from this prison

Cherish the memory of

Mirrors of truth bent down in lies

As stigmation runs

Inside my only reminiscent

Thought that I’ve hidden in

Helpless

My final days

The blind earth

Dying alone