Grasping, gasping, pulling me down,
Holding tight to nothing,
Still falling, tumbling from midnight places,
These worn out faces won't let me be.
My tears give me shelter
Shadows, my only companion now.
Take me out but I'm not there,
I'm just an illusion left behind.
Stumbling, falling, failing,
Mad from life's history
Glad to be hurled
Anywhere, anywhere, out of this world
Grasping, gasping,
Holding tight to nothing,
Losing my horizons,
Still falling,
Anywhere from this world
Swift from death's mystery,
Away from this world
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