Rotten decay – stripped of bright days
Night time calls, find another way
Ravens be my guide, to the next realm aside
Pride of the martyr – blood filled eyes
Dancing with pain… dreams burned in vain
No sense of thought, devoid of shame
All what we hear, when death comes near…
Voices of the spirits, heard loud and clear
Totem of thoughts, that break within blinks…
Time passed by, lost on inner links
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