Somewhere in Limbo
Comes from down deep within.
The soul that feels never has been.
The thoughts that crash, that blows the mind.
Finds a way to trick the mind.
From here on in the thoughts have been,
the pure and simple kind.
Why to die, why to try that's how I forever lived.
The knife you've thrown sticks into the book,
from which the knowledge I have took.
Foul images skim and dine.
So tell the tale or seem as blind.
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