Ashes, dust and darkness
Close my soul and scream out the gloom
Buried in my heart.
Spewing forth - the barely suppressed hatred.
In the night the voices cry
In my dreams I hear them call my name.
Night after night
This ghost song rings on and on...
No candles burn
No lights shine on this deep dark lake.
And there is no hiding from this pain.
We are of stone like statues cold
But did you see the cracks on my chest
Just above the heart
Drained of life and coated in dried blood.
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