Clasped by the lights of my dream
when i walk towards a shore
I see not life, but stolen hours
that cry on broken bones
Kissed by the salts of my ocean
that drown the screams of a moment
I kill the foetus of a dream
that grows in the womb of a hope
Left on the island of the deaf
as i gather the proof of sound
I see the roots of my end
covering the skies unbound
Living through my sins i wake
the sin of trying to answer
i choose to walk the maze of questions
that meet every life hereafter
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