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Weakness is what tears the ribs from within
After my serenity dissolves in
Tombstones keep the execration of time
The feeling of time
Emptiness is as a blue fire, devours dreams from reality
It's getting closer and slowly tastes your fear
I want to touch the unknown, nothing’s real, as I move further
Tombstones keep the execration of time
The feeling of time
Long forgotten and never known they walk beside own corpses
Sometimes scars grow deeper
I'm hollow, all I deserve is blackness
It’s sizzling, melt enough
