Epitome


Walking empty Never understood,
The voices say You're no good.
Standing alone Body is numb,
No where to go No place to run.
No room to move No air to breath,
A black hole You never leave.
Nothing left No want to fight,
Turn my soul Black as night.
No more running No more fear,
Life as its known Is very clear.
Dream blood Crave a taste,
The agony released Without a trace.
Walk to the edge Dive head first,
Jump heavy Expect the worst.
Vengeful memories Restate once more,
Its ends here Ground floor.
All is gone Nothing left to see,
Life erased My soul is now free.

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