My face is covered by
A mask that shows no failing
But my will is broken
The blossom has decayed
A last time I...
A last time I have to endure this pain
Pure beauty can only exist
In realtion to decease
Tears running down the face
While I stare into darkness
Possessed by the idea
To die a last time
A last time I close my eyes
A last time I have to feel this pain
I let myself fall...
Pictures of my life passing by
The spirit disunites with it's body
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