Shadow whats dead
as smoke shadows over my soul beyond the streams that will not flow stagment water will not change in this place it stays the same constant sitting rotting away soon enough I'll start to decay a mind so weak one like mine can fall too deep below the line dead inside to feel what's free making up this life I bleed it seems I'm trying to numb my thoughts of all the years that I have lost it's my own fault I'm not one to blame it's such a shame but I live for pain shadowed off behind the eye that watches me lay down and hide it takes control it won't let go holding on to my dead soul screaming out I feel the light but I break down I'm still alive wanting this it could not give my death I crave but still a slave and yet I live another Day just waste away and feel betrayed to the eye unknown that looks right through that passes me up just like a fool
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