LIke mist after the morning rain this shadow follows me.
Like a path of no end, it keeps following.
Guilt, suffering, pai and an ever occuring image of death, it haunts me.
When I walk down the halls, talk to friends, or sleep it haunts me.
This shadow is in my sight, thoughts, and speach.
This shadow follows me and haunts others. Like a storm cloud raining hail, it goes on and on.
This shadow will never leave, for it controls me in everything i do, my brain. |
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