Shadows of the past

dema

While covering the sight of stars,

a shroud of black clouds

has done dark the sky,

shadows of a past love

laying my soul down.

A thousand-ton stone crushing my chest,

I can't breathe.

Feelings take my will over

and lead my living crawling fast

on twisted way to the death.

No more bid,

neither bye,

just a grave,

eternal bed.

I feel myself

(like) a bad wind

passing by.

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