Stranded in my night of sadness and pain.
In my solitude memories come plaguing my silence.
Images keep running through my mind.
Phantoms are riding high and wide through the storm.
My nightmare comes echoing entangling my soul.
The harshness runs through me completely.
Standing at my gravesite in the shadows of mirrors.
I can feel the reapers tragic snare.

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