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My thoughts collapse in free fall

The void now has the shape of a memory.

The lifeless voices push the soul into a

desert of shadows

Time, a movement without eyes and without

light,

it flows like a river, overwhelming the

saddest instincts

until forming an ever more intricate, ever

harder canvas.

Your sadness creates your own trap

Does my sense reside there?

I feel a pull towards the dark,

there are only cold rooms now

there are only pale lights, slowly dying in

labored beats.

I’m on my way I won’t be back

I’m on my way, I wont be back

Take me to that field and steal an exit from

me

Take me into that darkness and don’t lend me

any hand

We live on memories, we live on memories.

It remains a game of signs

That dark aura along the way

The black bulbs melt in the atrium

Empty of hope now