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Without help

No man ´s town

With dropped head

Nothing town I pass

I feel only shadows,death bodies of last days

My eyes closed, desperate inside,

When I touch grey sight walls

I slowly fall through the dust of memories

And every crystal is trash

Like made of flame

Hold a brim

In hope I raise a head

To blind crowd of stolid statue

So a call down, hear something

So fall down, deeper

To the echo which burn me.