Damnation
By Spoot
Running through the ranks of dead, fighting not to lose my head, a million wrongs don't make a right, but still I cannot give up the fight. I'm just some sand in an hourglass, any breath could be my last, hoping and praying for salvation, there is still the chance at getting damnation. Retreating back in to my warped mind, peering out to find my own kind, I use this time to go back and wonder, on which decision did I blunder? I'm just some sand in an hourglass, any breath could be my last, hoping and praying for salvation, there is still the chance at getting damnation. Which choice did I make, which path did I take, what wrong did I use so long ago, to make my present hurt me so? I'm just some sand in an hourglass, any breath could be my last, hoping and praying for salvation, there is still the chance at getting damnation. Struggling through life as a whole, perhaps if I close my eyes I'll never grow old, but too late, by my peers I've been shunned, unfortunately, I'll survive it - I'm already numbed.Sure, why not. It's in a lyrical format, I just don't have a tune for it... Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 03:13 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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