What’s Left Of Me

Palms facing the ground
Across my face passes fear
Thoughts of passing away
Denying an answer to myself

A field of hanging corpses
A sky filled with falling pages
A tower made of water
Inside of my head these visions lies

Here the remains of me cracks apart
How will I finally fade away?

The same corpse hanging all over the place
The paperfilled sky has only empty pages
The tower has nothing that keeps the water
And my mind dries of thoughts made of me

Here the remains of me cracks apart
How will I finally fade away?

Can I keep this in mind
Can I make this before I pass away
Can I tell apart the things I see
Can I be sure of that I am still here

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