dismal electric light reflect from my skin
weakly light on the gloomy street
shadows are walking in twilight
between the blind
autumn gave me more than depress
decayed abstractions arose from their graves
and comes to me if sun is gone
beats of my heart make them dead again
but they create a new bodies from fog and ashes
and i can feel their frosty breath
hours and hours on this dead celebration
i show my abhorrence
ache didn't tear my shell
because skin had already become a husk.
i wanna stick something in myself
i've got nothing to tell...
in the end all of that doesn't matter
ghosts from the eternal void
will devour our time with sun light
abstract fear
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