Like the lone house ,
On the haunted hill,
I stand alone,
Of my own free will......
To face the fears ,
Of my life that has been,
And the wasted years,
That never seemed.......
As the night passes,
I lay back and stare,
At all the days that went,
Without me being aware.......
Time and time again,
I wake up still,
And nurse the wounds,
That time ceases to heal.......
The vehement backstabs,
And the deep gashes,
All sewn up tight,
But with impeccable scars.....
Each one telling a tale,
Of the times I had,
Of the better days,
And the times of despair......
Every morning,
The same old masquerade,
To meet the scarabs,
And play their game......
Some-day it shall end,
The sufferings shall fade,
And the maggots shall feast,
Where I'll be laid.......
Till then I live,
Taking each day as is,
Like a Zombie in this world,
Hanging on a REPRIEVE.......
On the haunted hill,
I stand alone,
Of my own free will......
To face the fears ,
Of my life that has been,
And the wasted years,
That never seemed.......
As the night passes,
I lay back and stare,
At all the days that went,
Without me being aware.......
Time and time again,
I wake up still,
And nurse the wounds,
That time ceases to heal.......
The vehement backstabs,
And the deep gashes,
All sewn up tight,
But with impeccable scars.....
Each one telling a tale,
Of the times I had,
Of the better days,
And the times of despair......
Every morning,
The same old masquerade,
To meet the scarabs,
And play their game......
Some-day it shall end,
The sufferings shall fade,
And the maggots shall feast,
Where I'll be laid.......
Till then I live,
Taking each day as is,
Like a Zombie in this world,
Hanging on a REPRIEVE.......
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decota:
nice
newtola:
thanks