Still Life

An isolated existence
This prison so small
Strangling any hopes that are somehow birthed in this cycle of despair

WITHOUT END

The dead reach for us through the veil of purgation
But cannot touch us - no one can touch us
We are separated - even from ghosts

Still life? Still DEATH

And we wait
We wait
Waiting



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Labrecque
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