Rising From Cinders: Misfit Guide to Escape Reality

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My vision glued upon the dewy grass
Calmly watching as they fall all at once
Street lights are blinking... twinkling
As I feel my heart's placid beating
That grief rips my soul—rotten
Closing my eyes, forget it as it hardened.
Dark is the ground, shadows seem unreal
Only my spirit is like a resting wheel
The death imprinted in the tragic memory
Now playing in my anamnesis aesthetically.
Oh, images of the past!
Don't let thyself let go from it's grasp
Won't let myself drown, nor let it feel
Let it rest right now and then
Won't let the it die again.