No one can hear my screams,
hide in my dreams they are,
as the crow in the mountain fall
to the valley to eat my skin.
No one can rest in here,
when the pieces of the night crush
and the storm begins to bleed.
I could not see your fear,
when the light crumbled
in the dungeons of our souls,
till the lurking death shouted that was enough.
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