He told me to run,

Run to me, run into this emptiness

Run unto the distant land that holds your heart


You will choke and become blind

With tears of history unfolding before mankind’s eyes

You see them laughing, holding, stalking the beast below

You will dance when all whirlwinds of purple melancholy turn to pray


No one will be smiling for they will have forgotten their names

The ones they cherished most will be carried beyond the sky

In each second, your heart will become closer to that distant land

Further into a tunnel,  turned away by a sirens ocean


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