A long, long time. Won't you come along?

In the land of Deja Vu, where everything gets to you.
All their stories make you weep
Treasures of the past, wished not keep.
The Oceanids scream "Come with me";
entrancing, passionately romancing
Locked in by the undertow;
only way out is to give them your soul.

you can try to hurt.

empty old radiant eyes.
left alone to dwell, swell, weep, then dry.
haunted hearts fading into dust, ash, then to must.
all that's left is no one to trust.
you can try to hurt me,
but it just won't penetrate.
atlas had the weight of the world,
and there is no way to pretend
that malice such as yours, even bothers me
slight; with the weight of this continent
backs will break, so will collarbones