Another day does come and go.
Across the river of Styx the lost soul goes.
Given up to end the pain.
Twisted memories, damaged brain.
Heart, void of all hope within.
The demons can no longer get in.
To toy with the man who never was.
Coppery tears rain from above.
Shell of all that could not be.
Ghosts of the past is all that’s left to see.
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