Silver

I sense lostness upon your awakening
Cracked lips bleed as breath returns to dust
The rise of a beaten chest fill with smoke in its ashy demise
The souls of those who perished will not let this sacrifice be in vain
Flee from this wretched place my boy
Tread lightly my friend
The secrets of the city are not to be tampered with
Run
What has become of you old friend?
Wake up



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Obray
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