Memories are dark winters,
Bent by a bleeding sun
Unmoved by eternal pain,
How I struggle to the surface
A slave to pandemonium,
I dream like a child,
Lost in a sacrifice of pain,
In utter isolation
The existing light keeps slipping away,
Always takes me to a darker place,
Within this dying womb must I caress,
All these hollow dreams?
Awake; from this drowning pool of nothingness
Awake; from this nighttide
Awake; from these hollow dreams
Awake; from this void
Memories are dark winters,
Bent by a bleeding sun

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