Graves


All I see are graves
Graves all around me
They all tell a story
But one holds the truth
The truth of passion
The truth of wisdom
The truth of greater or worse
The truth of good and evil
The one that binds me not to move
The one the binds me still
Every time I see that shadow
I feel like it's my last
Every breath I breathe, I cherish
That one that follows
He creeps
Speaks
He won't leave till he wins
But what does he want
Does he want my soul

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