A cold cry for help, echoes the halls of coexistence
Alone he wanders in the grave land, with resistance
Filled with guilt and a broken affection
A body of black that carries no reflection
The loneliness comes to a cease
A one way ride to inner peace
A timeless void and dust filled tears
Populated with all his fears
He rises again to meet the new day
With his silence he begins to pray
The old is gone, the new has begun
Throws his wings on the blazing sun
His confidence better than ever before
He scratches the surface, and leaves for the shore
There, in the presence of his long lost spark
He boards the abyss, the transparent ark
Heads for oblivion, chaos and might
Forgot who he once was, and disappears from sight
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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