Unmarked Territorries

On that trail through safety land
I never lost my solid stand.
But now the soil started to sway,
Feet lost their grip and slipped away.
Destination is unknown,
Cannot help me on my own,
No sensations - living buried.
Take my hand, drag me out
Unmarked territories.

Presences grey and future black.
Cold iron fingers on my neck.
They press me down and take my breathe.
There's no way out, I can't believe.
Destination is unknown,
Cannot help me on my own,
No sensations - living buried.
Take my hand, drag me out
Unmarked territories.

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