The Lost Life

We have lost.
We have lost pieces of our mind and soul
That flourished in a never ending and treacherous storm,
Where everything was destroyed.
Our hearts dwell on the past,
And we can't bare to look into the future.
We try to reach for the light,
But every time we get close to the sun, we burn.
No good comes from the monsters that try
To steal what joy we have left.
Our life is like incessant waves swallowing the shores,
There's no way out.
There's no way to run from it.
There's no way to escape the hands of this brutal storm.
They have gotten what they came for.
We have lost.

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