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Flight

I left my dream
in the stream
of lost hope
I could not cope
With life, and all the lies
As the pathetic creature I am
I threw it all away

Hope is lost
The love I felt, boxed
Chained down to stone
Numbed by the drone,
of sorrows constant hum
Like the beat of a single drum
I severed our bond,
and left you alone,
With tears in your eyes

I took to the path,
of self-destruction
Climbed the great obstruction
That is human life force
Laughter spreads through me like soars
A madmans laugh,
as a wounded staunch

I watch you dance in the night,
you dress fludders like in flight.
I wish I was there,
But a glass wall holds me here.
Forever doomed to touch only stone,
I soon forget the tone,
Of your skin.

Alive and well,
But crippled and maimed.
I lay you down on a bed of thorns,
I show you my horns.
Like those of a devils,
I will only bring evils.

And I run,
far.
On this muddy road,
at the end of lifes oad.




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Publicerad 2007-07-23 12:47



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