Walking South of Heaven
Walking around, While fog rolls in
Clouding all I have been
where were you, when all was down
Leaving me behind to choke and drown
While I was bleeding, dieing, screaming
For a touch, or taste I'm still just dreaming
Now I'm lost in the darkest vault
Even here I see it's all your fault
While I struggle against the binds
I have nothing left but time
Fog removes, now I can see
The ground is bare, not even a tree
Once was dark, that I could widthstand
The only color was upon my bleeding hand
I wanted death, and was better off dead
I live now with nothing left.
Walking Somewhere South of Heaven.
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