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We wait
In silence
For our death
Why are we alone
Scared and confused
By what the past has done
And what the future will bring
Closing doors
Creating walls
Between reality
And imagination
Our thoughts divided
By walls of fear
That linger
By the waters edge
Streams like rivers
That flow like idea's
Into the bleeding heart
That we will singlehandedly destroy
We will carry on
Fighting for any chance
To revive
The dead inside of us
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
More or less
We wait
In silence
For our death
Why are we alone
Scared and confused
By what the past has done
And what the future will bring
Closing doors
Creating walls
Between reality
And imagination
Our thoughts divided
By walls of fear
That linger
By the waters edge
Streams like rivers
That flow like idea's
Into the bleeding heart
That we will singlehandedly destroy
We will carry on
Fighting for any chance
To revive
The dead inside of us