The ashes you left behind,
Wakes up with fire so unkind;
In abyss, the darkest mind glitters
Thereupon lies worthless litters;
A king with no crown.

The menace scrambles free hand,
Souls clamor speedily from sands;
Upon thy rock, my reasoning flutters,
Feeble and numb pillars shatters;
At everything I frown...

What have you done with my mind?
My existence I can not find!
My fallen wings clatters;
Nothing matters
As I drown ...

Our visible moments are blind;
beneath the waters I sought lands;
Eyes flickered, Body battered;
Nothing but gutters;
I cried myself down...

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