"Untitled 4"
Nowhere in sight
Distant Memories
The past is still alive
The future a shadow
The present is dead
Void of all life
Unheard cries
The never ending sound
Of waves caressing the gentle shore
Drifting over the light
The blue turns gray
Now black
The darkness prevails
Cold fingers pulling ever so strong
Shadows are dying
The dead are awakening
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