Unholy

Got no 

self respect

Walking low

like 

An insect

Shadowy motes

Filed in

amygdlia

Shaking 

In the belly

Craving

In the mind

Feel like

Im dying

Wish

I was dead

If I live

Till tomorrow

It’ll be a 

Long time

Lost spark

shouts

Always dark

Want to 

Run

No fun

Bring me 

Life

Lost life

Forgotten

Life

Forever running

Never punning

Shadows 

Everywhere

Stumbling in

Shadowy

Mysticism

Weak and forgotten

Bring me

A shallow grave

Don’t try 

To save.

 

◄ The end.

Boulevard (For my son). ►

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