Our Shadows whimper while a solitude roar
Creeps through our ceiling, our bed sheets, our door
and It opens all sorts of chambers at night
Crisp like a bark, hard as a bite.
Inviting and soothing, it climbs right on top
It knows all our secrets, the loathing, the hope.
Each evening we sob like frightened old men
While our lives goes on living as fast as they can
"You shall live and then die" we can hear it repeating
"Yet you'll never know why" through our soul it is eating.
Our face feels like fur, our hands but a tool
No hope for the dead, no love for the fool,
As a clock ticks the dawn in, we `re certain of only
The days that got lost and the cry of the lonely.
Shadows, now silent, our solitude soar
Then Leaves through the ceiling, the bed sheets, the
door.
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