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Breathe A faceless one roams for my soul The air is dense behind me It follows, brooding, a presence that clamours for And strikes at my soul Shadows slant, the darkness clings and coiled Hiding in corners it conjures none but fear Yet my muted children testify, the everlasting Not a sound to my ears yet my spirit is defeated By cacophonous chatter It follows and strikes at my soul It follows Give me silence Why can I never rest from this aloof pursuer? Please give me my peace A wavering shadow I wake to find it looming Touched but never held Its hand stops my breath I am mourning, my eyes are stained I feel his sacred tears upon me His sobs strike against my heart The faceless, haunts me Scared but perfect and beautiful I see the face of... Lashed with my every burden The air is dense before me I cannot deny But can I embrace? From Letras Mania