Warm summers heat rises
Winters long past and we feel the nights last
Silver shadows fall on all that stand
Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
The night everyone dies
Future generations feel deaths grasp
Caught with-in deaths cast
Nights of the dead in a mask
There will be nowhere left to hide
Hand held steady warriors stack
Tales taught to be turning
All things left burning
Wishing out answers while your learning
Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
majestic heroes merging
Caught by deaths serging
Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.
Had no intentions to hold you close to my soul.
Was my first time, just wanted a little taste.
Something to take away my blues.
Help me forget the pain serging through my veins.
But after that first hit,
Oooooh..how you made my body hum.
I felt like I could fly.
Nothing, nothing could hurt me again.
But as I slowly came off that high,
I started to remember my pain.
I was disgusted with life.
And everything that appeared before me.
Couldn't sit still, had an itch to fulfill.
Then began my quest.
Quest to feel like that first time.
Taking anything to not feel again.
Never coming close.
Just pulling further and further from me.
Losing total grip of my reality.
Someone help me,
Wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.
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