Fresh cuts on my skin,
Bleeding Christ,
Losing faith...
There is frost on my dreams,
There are fresh cuts on my hope...
There is dust on my faith!
It’s like a scream
Caught in a mild wind,
There is dust on my dreams!
Only words in the wind,
They have no shelter,
My will is shattered!
There is death lurking by,
Near my dreams...
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Elya Thorn
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