WATCH ME WALK AWAY

I died an year ago,
when I had nothing to chase off.

I live in past, 
when the present is all dead around me.

I eat ash,
when all the fruits are covered by dirty worms. 

Still hear the knock and see the light,
from across the seven seas. 

And those eyes, 
watch me walk away from the light.

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