This gaping hole my past
Behind me as it was my shadow
I'm running through waste lands
Afraid of being swallowed.
Wishing for the sun to stop
On it's course - it won't I know -
'Be like the dead dear sun
hanging from the gallows'
And I hear my desperate voice
As it rips my skull and echoes.
'And I hear my desperate voice / As it rips my skull and echoes...' Emotional lines.
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'Be like the dead dear sun hanging from the gallows' And I hear my desperate voice As it rips my skull and echoes.//// wonderful expression; I enjoyed