a flowing river
a flowing river is seen upon a mountain
sending tears of the empty on their last journey.
darkness, solitude.. engraved on my tombstone
yet love prevails, self-conscience does not.
as my spirit walks around for days and days
i see the suffering and pain, the chuckling and joy
lost in a forest, i am unsustainable
the last pieces of my heart crumble and shatter
the end seems so far, although so close.
sanity was my only way to knowledge
a chilling gust of wind sends shivers down my spine
echoes of my past encounters surround the holy ground
to this day i loved. but now i shall mourn the loss of my sight
the remnant disappears without a trace.
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