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My, if this is normal, then I pray to be the prey, for I feel, as if I have been forgotten in my own mind. Lost in the depth of my soulless being, twistedin my thoughts of destiny. Running, crawling, dripping, pouring, my tears of my soul cross the flesh desert of my cheeks . Then they fall aimlessly to the ground. Puddles at my feet, from the pains of life. Dripping from my wrist, as endless sleep becomes what was my life. The gift to me, from the blade, of a knife.
I walk in the echoes
Of ones haunted mind
Twisted is my soul
Lost is my heart
Broken is I
But for this pain
Not a tear I cry
To this life
I say
My last goodbye
Whispers in the Ocean
From voices that I know
Screams in the echoes
That torment my hearts intent
Listening to the winds of life
Choosing my own sacrifice
This is the story of my heart’s
Season turn cold
Or maybe the pains
Of getting old
And seeing or feeling
What I’ve done wrong
Turn away but unable to run
Was that the finish
Or the starting gun
I try to run like hell
But time to face myself
What a cold son of a bitch
I have become
And saying sorry just isn’t enough
But at least it is a start
I feel my box is closing
The lid is moving in
Darkness is all I see
Lies are my fears
But the truth will do me in