Sondhit
you are standing with an open door
the promises are on the floor
the wind is dead
there's no more life left
you can't feel the bones inside your flesh
all you got left is your mess
you can only hear your own breath
praying nothing but your death
the clouds are not moving
they just disappeared
only the moon is your salvation
but it remain voiceless in the dark
your standing here
feeling nothing
all is lost
all is gone
until the sun greets you in the morning
and hope starts to come..
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