I found the darkness on my own
With the reminisce of a silent tone
My finger tips broke in the cold
Of the one who turned my soul to stone
My eyes can't see beyond the haze
Of this ever evasive burning maze
While inside my bones shatter
Waiting for the end of days
It couldn't feel more allusive
When it feels more abusive
To tell myself that dead is better
Then living in an abstract illusion
Light or dark, choosing one
To bring the shadows, or the sun
Just to remember that it all ends
When the Devil's work is done
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