Grey visions of today Every sight the same I can not break free I think Im gone As though I never wake Always drawn into descent And my hope decays, just out of reach Cursed through life and condemned to misery To be left with nothing... If only for a moment; a way out To see the faintest glimmer amongst the dark To mend the broken dawn so bleak Somehow I think Im gone But like ashes to the wind i will fade Nameless and forgotten The thorn upon the withered rose Somehow I always knew...
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 17:24:12 +0000
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