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A song I wrote one morning after a woke up. |
| And now we're passing through the stone, and soon we'll pass this winding road. I feel this emptiness inside me, coursing through my veins. I know it will never end, because everything is neverending. I walk this road alone. Desire to be the one I want. Desire to have when I have none. Desire to feel like something within me that feels like love. I walk this road alone and it feels like Hell. I walk this road alone. And nothing, nothing, will ever come undone. I feel this thing inside me rising up like a phantom ghost. And soon I will know the feeling of the end times. And death will be as sure a debauchery. And now this sinking feeling burns inside me. I feel spurned as if bitten by a snake. The atmosphere grows thin as I become weaker. Against the forces of social inequity I walk alone |