Wanderer
Wandering aimlessly in this abyss
Lost among the swirling myst
Twists and turns keep my time
No thought or rhythm to my rhyme
Where one is over the other begins
Has it started or has it reached it's end
The clock stands still silently on the verge
Shall there be two or shall two merge
Help me find my way past this ache
Hurdle with me across the deepest lake
Sink into the quickest of sands
Hold my breath across barren lands
The fierceness in my breaking soul
Drags me down the darkest hole
Wandering aimlessly in this abyss
Lost among the swirling myst
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