VISIONS OF YOU FLOAT AWAY...
DAY IS BREAKING
UNABLE TO FEEL THE SUN
REASONS FOR BREATHING DWINDLE...
LIFE PASSES THROUGH MY FINGER TIPS
STILLNESS HAS TURNED ME TO RUST
FROZEN BY WHAT DOES NOT EXIST
I HAVE BEEN DECEIVED...
MY IDENTITY HAS LONG BEEN FADED
SEALED THROUGH TONGUES OF WEAKNESS
OVERLAPPED IN SILENT AGREEMENT...
THE ONLY COMFORT COMES THROUGH SADNESS
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