Shadows of the past



While covering the sight of stars,
a shroud of black clouds
has done dark the sky,
shadows of a past love
laying my soul down.
A thousand-ton stone crushing my chest,
I can't breathe.
Feelings take my will over
and lead my living crawling fast
on twisted way to the death.
No more bid,
neither bye,
just a grave,
eternal bed.
I feel myself
(like) a bad wind
passing by.





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