A heart wrapped in darkness,
A soldier freed from sorrow.
A whiff of the past is better,
Than the stench of tomorrow.
Time will make me a miser,
As we will our end to pass.
I’m not getting any wiser,
Head me back to the start.
Where do we again to begin?
All the answers are lost in your eyes.
And I confess, my only sin,
All I did was to let it die.
Now everything has been said before,
There are just no more words left to borrow.
The rot of the past is better,
Than the decay of tomorrow.
There are strangers in your room,
And there is blood in your hall.
They shall haunt you soon,
You know some rain must fall.
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