Destination drawing near
sound of silents piercing death ears
walking along the frosty roads
answering to myself with a burden and load
stale smelling breath lingers around
as I keep on walking till I find that is found
forgotten whats real as phychosis reveals
blisters and sores bone breaking heals
walking alone comes to us all
the young the old the short the tall
eating you up like your no good
till one day you'll finally have understood
feet march on like every beat to your heart
grasping at memories until they fall apart
one way to go down this lonely road
trying to save ones soul and keep hold
finding some hope in your heart
to end a journey begin a new start
in the end its decomposed bones
time to take a path to end my walk alone
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