Hands are made of bloodless marble
Light of stars in your eyes is gone
Only sand and dust of desert
Cover skin too bright for sun
(Chosen or alive)
Death herself becomes attractive
As you become the weightless mist
All hopes of world that was forgotten
Are no more in oasis dreams
Chosen one - or alive?
New illusions are sent throughout dunes
Dreams in tomb of melted glass you hide
World still looks for you lost values
Face it now: what you've become?
Chosen one - or alive
Fled too far
What you've become?
Chosen one - is it still alive?
16.06.2023
Chosen or alive - WitchCraft - Ева
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