tragedy has spoken
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the wolves all gather around
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with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
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they wish me on my way
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so cold inside this shell
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give me to the earth
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the dreams that I deserted
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the passion I would not release
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the path I left untreaded
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the mask that I refused to wear
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existance left unnoticed
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desire in my bones so dry
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and silence in the virtue
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all so quiet - all so still
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I can feel them watching
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feel the seconds die
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can hear them laughing from above
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they wish me on my way
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The Wake
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| Cemetary |
