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I lay on this frozen deathbed, a cold breath escapes from me

My crystallized eyes like nephrite

there’s nothing you can find in my stare

We will never hear the wind whispering

We will never see the golden hour again

I can’t shout, I can’t fight my demons

I can’t dance with my ghosts under the moon

My hands want to caress your face

Your sharpen touch drags me to the dark

While you play with my heart

I lay on this throne of cold stone,

the empire of silence waits for me

Dazzling light before my eyes,

white threshold to the unknown

I’m falling down in this stream that drags me under

Your hands are entwined with your hands

A blinding light drags me into the dark

While you play with my heart

Each time that your strange hands rest in me,

I think I’ll die

it’s like a sharpen dagger sliding through my rotten flesh

and my soul is open wide, I’ll think I’ll die

Why is this noise surrounding me? If I only see silence

Why is this light dragging me? If I only see darkness.