i touched death and it lay still
the wine of failure drifting through
i heard a noise and i lay still
the sound of anger
i drank from grey and turned blue
nothing to hold me down
so what do i do
this endless road before me this black future .. with nothing but nothing
lost to the candles hue.. there is nothing left.. . tired down wittled to a meager dried rose..
when i am a fool
when the lines in the sand
blow me down
i have nothing anymore
but sky
v.
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