No stars in sight
No moon that is stark
Nothing seems to be right
The phantom breeze sighs
As I look down upon the vast ground
Life flashed right by my eyes
And from thereon I know I was bound
To catch life, to flood my veins with it.
Lifeless, Starless, Loveless
Nothing worse than these three put together
I can't seem to progress
Than mere words can come any further.
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