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3/18/05 (modified on 5/23/05)

when my blood
flows like crimson
and my spirit flies
free into the sky
I feel you, but
I can't touch you now
I look into your eyes,
but I only see through them
soon the tide begins to pull me away
and my spirit spreads
into the vast sea

all the details fade,
leaving a haunting memory
I can't see your face
in my mind anymore
my heart grows cold,
and I too will fade
a cold wind is blowing
me into that wide void
where all will return to nothing