I roll off in the mud
Wishing I never be cleaned
I fear the first drop and,
Drink the last in glee
Walking through the doors
Searching for a hand to hold
I embrace the cold arms of silence,
Calling out to the cruel night
Fallen asleep then and there
I wake to find an invisible stranger
Holding on to the darkest corner,
I speak to my shadow & void
Drifting to a realm of my own
I fly higher, afraid to look below
Binding my soul to free my mind
I let go all, to fall forever
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