I wait, languishing in silence
While the darkside entices me
My longing turns to foreboding
Becomes so dark that I cant see
I feel my way thru the grayness
Slow and careful, lest I fall
I break through cobwebs of sorrow
Only to find a cold, stone wall
There's no sound, save regrets echo
Tauntingly ringing in my head
I'm no longer with the living
Nor am I yet amongst the dead
I'm left, stalking the halls of Limbo
The subject of the Devil's jest
There is no hope in the grayness
And for the wicked, there's no rest
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