here they lay asleep,
your dreams
buried not as deep
as seems
you don't bring a flower for them
here they lay, all of your dead ends
stones are whispering to you
it is what you liked, what you used to do,
used to feel when weren't cold
now it's laid beneath the stones
Super cemetery
Behind these barely moving ribs
Stuck in symmetry
But you're not as dead as it seems
you step here alone
again
watching all what's done
in vain,
what you never tried because of fear
loves and hates of yours are sleeping here
you took it off your worry
list
symmetry just thrown what you missed
cause rushes are not suitable for mind
you just walk along these silent lines
but you're not that cold inside
if you want to,
this heart still can wake up
flowers grow through the mud
flowers grow through the snow
flowers grow through the stones
if you
want to
Super cemetery
Behind these barely moving ribs
Stuck in symmetry
But you're not as dead as it seems
The rise is yet to come
if you
want to
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