Being a lost soul in the sea of dreams,
Memories and visions of the future,
These magic things, the float past my head,
determined to be remembered past my death,
such a grim picture, of violence, death and pain,
A never-ending cycle, of true belief and doubt in vain,
Almost sure I’ve reached my limit, need to find my way out
But where to find solace, looking everywhere, only to find my grave,
Oh... but of lost hopes and broken dreams,
lay these withered bones for eternal peace,
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