Long past, As the road surely narrows. For what more would there be to entomb me? Now locked in the grasp of time and space. Yet alone. To suffer the coldness of despire.
In a body worse for ware. Who's eyes reflect a cold dark stare. As in death still alone.
As was before, A rememberance of a more pleasent day. When forever was, For always and forever more. Yet only in fairytales. For death knocks at your door. As the hounds of hell, nip at your heels.
In this body, Pain it always feels. As the years reel; Like fast forward on a tape. And yet, I stand alone.
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