March of the Lost
Forever my friend
Though you'll be left behind
A cold statue,
An old shadow in the dark
Always remind
Yourself of the sick little memories
Of sunshine and citrus melody
Live in fantasy
Illusion.
Broken.
Violet stars, adrift in black clouds
Midnight whispers, silenced quiet
Find the silence
Roars in my mind
A white-striped tiger, prowling
Moving.
Stolen.
Brittle of ice
Snow flaked lashes
I'll find light
And it's darker than ashes
Precious to me,
I think of your home
Nestled in a grave,
Forgotten alone.
Looming.
Woken.
A nightmare for a night,
A thought for eternity
Until I drift into dust
Golden mercury's
Choking embrace
Sweet and smoky
I am the lion
Asleep
Dead by coyote.
Consuming.
Frozen.
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