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The light of a lifeless sun

 falls on me.

 Wandering in a land made of dust

 trying to keep at least the hope alive.

 Visions slowly start to blow my mind

 the shadow of a man appears in sight.

 I can't understand wht he is saying

 maybe he is whispering my name.

 Reason slowly start to disapears

 heat, drought, glare devours me.

 In the land of oblivion fall my mind

 a desert of emotion dries my soul.

 It seems it doesn't matter how hard i try

 there is no more reason for me to fight,

 Now the dust floods through my veins

 converting my strenght into real pain.

 This place will sure become my grave

 heat, drought, glare will melt me.

 How can the memories resplend while reality is so bad?