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Sep 2010
The empty hills don't know why you ask
to the stark mountains it's all the same
the barren valleys respond with a laugh
the biting winds ignore with no shame
so stagger forward in direction not known
flee from all your everything
try to cry in your heart
but find that too is missing
the only feeling left to feel
is that of emptiness
nothing dares to be real
not even the vast abyss
and as your tired feet long last give way
you sink to the sand in the vast sunless day
parched yet not knowing thirst
dying yet not knowing fear
the stale air too thick to breathe
chokes from the front and rear
the death comes yet nothing follows
not even decay
and so you lay in eternity
on the sand of that vast sunless day
Written by
chalom
638
     --- and D Conors
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