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How Beautifuly I see my Withering,
the sun is gone once again
My tree now has no leafs, and my hands are shaking
I sleep in my Empty Grave
As I wait unpatiently the doors to open
I embrace the flowers
that I place
Next to my picture
no one else did
I touch my head, I touch my Eyes I lick my tears and kiss my head
I hold my hands, I hug my chest
I nail me
in to the black hole of emptyness
As I wait unpatiently the doors to open
I embrace the flowers
that I place
Next to my picture
no one else did
no one else did
Feeling only the win,
picking up the falling leafs
Breaking the cross upon my corpse, singing lyrics that no one knows
I touch my head, I touch my Eyes
I lick my tears and kiss my head
I hold my hands, I hug my chest
Dancing with the Fog, kneeling in front of my body
I close my eyes
and kiss my purple face
My destiny is established
The Black Walls
The observation of withering
The observation of withering