The ruins compromise the landscape.
Nothing more than that.
Sand colors the horizon.
Wind cuts like a knife.
A little water doesn’t kill the thirst.
Everything just rots.
The life is gone.
All that remains is death.
Nothing more than that.
Sand colors the horizon.
Wind cuts like a knife.
A little water doesn’t kill the thirst.
Everything just rots.
The life is gone.
All that remains is death.
In a ghost planet…
A wasted face and rusty wrinkles
Eyes raped by violence
I can’t use my hands
There is no strength
Carrying poison in my veins
Exhaling death in my breath
The only thing that comforts
My soul is already dead to this world
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