The crystal gates of a promising change
Distant, unreachable, the relieving faint
So far away...
Have I reached what they call freedom
by ceasing to taste the darkest sea?
But still it keeps on breathing
in the very inside of me
A Dying Dream
Inside it is pulsating, the procreator of demise
Within, there is laughter, a darkest stare of ice
I will not surrender!
I will not let go this “soul”!
I will not surrender!
I will not let go…
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