*blindead ~ gone*

gone
as tomorrow is only for one of us
I have to swallow this bitter taste of loss
those things that I own I cannot give them back
gone
no tomorrow will arrive for you this time
numb and alone I still follow
throughtout the frozen veil
of a cold white plain
I became a hollow man-like shape
at the and of path
wait there

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