Silhouettes loom in the corridors
Like ghosts in the corners of my mind
This walk is never ending;
In search of a path that I'll never find.
Meant to live, meant to breathe
This world is a perfect place to hide,
The mechanical life goes on
With reality, some dreams don't collide.
For once this bleary town
Had looked so different that night
Blood sang out of me from nowhere
Had never felt so alive.
Its still good to have memories
A slow smile creeping up at low tide
Soon swallowed by waves of emptiness
Seasoned with self-pride.
Want to wake up kicking screaming,
Imbibe each drop till I burst with life
Hollow, brain-dead, broken
But the spirit refuses to die.
Whats not meant to be, will never be
No matter what you feel, do or say;
Once again I learn my lesson
Everything fades away.
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