By dwindling light of melted max I spend my wasted time Seeking that which lies within My twisted, haunted mind An empty glass, my only friend My only friend now lucid Cemetary all I lack The crutch inside his lungs Betrayal, broken vow Old comrade, help me stand now How many marble rungs Amid the plague of silver screens Tread now this ancient path Flowing ink and syllables Defines my feeble art Resistance overshadows all And I am forced to struggle Tasks undone leave broken dreams Insistence of the blood Demands release of pain Over all fast powder reigns Journey through the knotworkBirth sign: Leo
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