Alien dust
have blown away the markings of my feet;
Trace the storm
that bleaches my heart along
sans any colour
sans any beat
have blown away the markings of my feet;
Trace the storm
that bleaches my heart along
sans any colour
sans any beat
Locked portals
have taken away the vision of my doors;
Trace the chain
that fetters my path
sans any cry
sans any joy
have taken away the vision of my doors;
Trace the chain
that fetters my path
sans any cry
sans any joy
Long needles
have woven a silent pattern of my agony;
trace the worldly maze
that thrash my wound
sans any respite
sans any escape
have woven a silent pattern of my agony;
trace the worldly maze
that thrash my wound
sans any respite
sans any escape
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