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Drowsy

There's an ache,
in my heart.
There's a whisper,
from the west.
There's a time,
where no one's late.
There's a child inside,
that never dies.
never fucking flies...
away.

Today,
I find that bleak gloom
give me rest,
give me less,
is in my best interest,
to run,
numb,
numb,
numb and dumb my brain
before hate reigns.

There's a tear,
never dries, never dries.
There's a vrigin,
lips never pursed.
There's a wife,
from the trade.
There's an arrow,
cupid's fallen.
There's a record,
forever broken,
forever forsaken,
frosaken.

Today,
I find I cannot stay,
give me rest,
give me less
I know it's best
to sell your soul
run,
numb,
numb,
numb and dumb my soul
before I'm swallowed whole,
swallowed.
whole.

...now crawl. crawl. crawl to start anew. from the west a fickle wind blew.
Written by SilverMoon (Miranda)
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