I don't want to die
For every day that I'm alive;
And be banished to the wilderness
When I could be right by your side.
These empty streets are silent
As I cross the bridge into the night;
A graveyard full of wanderers
To scared to try and hitch a ride.
These words that never leave my mouth
(Or even reach it thru the vaults)
Are strangled by my own account
Silenced from a weak assault.
The act is not the lesser strength,
The act is fully strong.
I can't describe it link by link,
Nor hold it back for very long.
Holding back this strange resistance
To open up my hidden chest
In which I throw, at every instance,
Words I'd like to tell you best. |
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