The key
The key
The key
I walk these lands of shattered glass and see my dreams drift away.
Slowly I climbed down the stairs toward the ocean of tears.
I paid my dept to Death and he handed me a key.
I held the key tight in my hand.
Hoping that it would bring me home.
But what is home, if your heart lays in Heaven and your soul in Hell.
My heart beating, surrounded by bright light, my soul finely home.
I walked the dark alley with only a candle which I blew out in the middle.
I opened my eyes and saw the ocean again, I dropped the key in the moist sand.
And left it there. I walked away from Death again, but he will chase me until he has me.
But I closed the gate behind me.
Leaving him there alone.
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