I raise my head to face the gaze
of the mirror where I'm blind
but its shards have left decay
the broken frame that held my mind

Sorrow went when it got kissed
wounds have bled until they mended
it took me long to know the bliss
that even fear can be expended

When a corpse forgets to die
it's time again to chase regrets
to sing alone in winds that cry
of forsaken silhouettes

There's a place in tides that rage
for those that live among the dead
and keep their freedom in a cage
made of things that haunt their heads

Pleading filth's unholy grace
I chant my whisper to the blighters
as my feet prepare to chase
the endless dream of having nightmares.

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