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Sand

Foot steps of sand
with a body full of sand.
Porcelain doll
cracked all about
hour glass of sand
ticks down slowly
with lifeless corpse
frozen to death

Porcelain mask
cracked all around
with a lifeless
corpse motionless still

Cracked hourglass
ticks down the final moments
of death

Motion less girl
sits quietly in the corner
surrounded by death
with fears all around

Footsteps of sand
slowly decreases
with no motion to be seen
Footsteps of sand
slowly fades away

A body full of sand
is no more
Surrounded by death
with fears around

Fears scarcely show
the motion less girl
has her final moments

Death has finally taken over
with glazed over eyes
cold pale corpse
signs of struggle
could be seen for miles

Tighten the noose
let her be free
For all is lost in these final moments

For the body of sand is no more
For the hourglass
no longer falls pieces of sand

Cracked all about
in the hourglass of snow
slowly choking to death
with final words

Motion less
Lifeless
is all thats left
just tighten the noose
and let her be free

Cracked dolls
Cracked walls
Cracked cells
is all thats left

A mouth sewed up
so no words can be shouted
all emotions held up
in the inside of the chest

Eyes
blinded to see the truth
but with eyes glazed over
and a noose tightly around her throat
she shall not be free
but all she wants is to be free

Cracked cells
cracked walls
damaged mind

Sole in her shoes
cant walk the miles
a watch can no longer
tell the time

The sky is motionless
The land is lifeless
everything is frozen in time
but in this globe
everything is shattered
everything is broken

Only one thing that is left
is a body full with sand
broken pieces lie about
mostly shattered glass

Tie the noose
set the lifeless corpse free
The hourglass has finally set sail
footsteps in the sand
slowly fades away

Pain is just an illusion
just a thought of empty space
time that stops
when the globe is shattered

Frozen corpse
hides behind a porcelain mask
with blood dripping down
drowning
trying to gasp for air
but this noose is to tight
just let her be free
but the hourglass
cant tell the time
the sand is just poison
slowly choking
on the painful
deadly noose

Lifeless corpse
motionless
as death itself
choses its next victim

River of blood
carries the motion away
but the footsteps of sand
and the poison hourglass
just wont let them go
without a price

So they say pain
is an illusion
and we all need a helping hand
but the noose has its final straw
it has finally tightened enough

the mask is cracked
the true side is shown
but the frozen corpse
the corpse with the porcelain mask
and finally the corpse
has not been set free
death has its ways �

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