Awoke in deserts of no return
Bones and empty flesh hang about my death
Tuning its desire for agony
Unleashing its claws upon the prey it sees
The vulture awaits this figure to wither below its surveillance
Stabbing its sharp eyes towards my heart
That bled dry blood
Awaiting the call of death
For the end of my soul to be quick and without pain
Then with dry whispers raised my arms towards the grey sky praied for the heart to stop at ease
Without hesitation ease was not so sure
Rain ventured its rage upon my clogged figure
Flooding the lakes beneath my feet
Hither did the hope arise
And so the vulture left its prey for another
My figure not empty of emotions no more
Hopeless tunes dont sync with my blues
Singin away another day to call tomorrow
And journey towards home
A path of deciet and good morrow
Where claws speak with sorrow
Well now my heart i own
And now the dry speech bleeding my throat
Able to speak to the hopeless soul
Hope of living towards another daylight
Hope mesmerising my tears
That dance with the rivers and the lake
While i make my last journey
Slowly through the healing process.
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