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Distant PainDistant pain of a Black NightWhite in ethereal spectres Blank of all sleep, respite and hope Immaculate fantoms occured from a lacerated past Still tearing the Present Nowhere to hide No way to find reason Not eerie, They are real Living in my reality With me they are crying Screaming in an infinite sadness Where pain has no boundaries Distant pain so old, so close... Ghosts of the Past Fantoms of Tomorrow |