The sun will peek into our windows
And be surprised to find empty beds,
Walls naked, our closets stripped of all its threads.
We will awake in a new world.
Our own island.
This floating mass.
A jagged slab.
Where bulbs burn for us until the end
We got away, we got away and survived. Stunned by the shock and fearing what's behind. Everything you thought you lived and died for, Every reason leading you to here. All of the sounds have trickled past your introspective ear, In an attempt to discover what's behind
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