Walk into the abyss,
Hand in hand,
Together;
We'll enter the distant sands.

Time will appear before us,
To not pass,
Or have passed,
Before
Not standing still,
But not moving foreword,
In any sense.
No sense to make sure.

This abyss is dark,
But we can see
Clear as day.
Sight in another line,
Vision led by heart.

Emotions flood the air
Light from the flames,
These chaotic sentiments
Emit.

We are alone,
In each others minds;
Alone, cold,
And oh so warm.

Safely engulfed,
Embracing the cold remnants
Of past lives,
Only to warm
...Again.

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