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| Original SX-70 Polaroid - Oakwood Cemetery - ATX |
Round and round reaching melancholy highs.
The darkness consumes, fading light falls victim from the sky.
What have I learned?
Where did I go?
Did I make it the greatest damn day I ever did know?
This tale of woe.
Of sadness and despair.
Tears from my eyes as I rip out my hair.
Darkness grows deeper, light fades away.
Did I make it the best, the best damn day I could play?
Did I swing from the trees?
Did I call out your name?
Would we ever have that chance to be together again?
Thoughts rush like fever, sweat drips from my brow.
Where were we then and where am I now?
I can't see my shadow.
My roots running deep.
Binding, forever.
This darkness revealed while I sleep.
It speaks in riddles and it calls my name.
Nothing is similar yet it all feels the same.
The cold.
The dying.
It's death at my door.
No need for an invitation.
It's my time.
It's an extended vacation.
Take my hand and hold it tight.
Grip filled with ice and tales of the night.
I challenge the darkness as it enters the ring.
Without a voice, I will still sing.
I'll take on the earth, the heavens, the depths below.
When death calls your name you feel that first blow.
Blood doesn't run and fear doesn't follow.
Blacker than night and into the hollow.
Where am I going, where am I now?
Forever spinning on this carousel of unknown.
Round and round and into darkness I shall go.
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