Clem Leek – Mystery Moor
Life is given,
After death takes his toll.
Slowly,
Time deceased to exist.
And words turn so cold,
Against a hollow truth.
A simple embrace,
Of loneliness.
Will turn every person.
In to remembrance.
Like a shadow,
Lurking in the past.
Of someone yet to know.
No smiles can be made,
When watching those painfull eyes.
I'm going to die,
Without knowing it.
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