I can hear it calling; it's echoing thunder. In my nightly slumber. the roar of dead dreams, Awoken upon this vision, I feel like nothing is right, How I feel to encounter, such nightmares; monstrosities, Weeping internally, and the old me is dead.
In the howl of the winds, at the ends the meaning of life, Nothing will ever be the same..
The howl of the winds, Alone, cold, feeble, Abandoned again, alone... forever.
I'm chasing after broken promises, capturing nothing but disappointment, When I see my reflection, I see a tormented soul, Forever cast upon this shadow, letting go of the person I was, Embracing this pain, I hide away, And in the end, my sanity will stay.
In the howl of the winds, at the ends the meaning of life, Nothing will ever be the same..
So now I awake, in the shadow of the moon, A careless broken soul, gone too soon, I'm in the twilight of my mind, and this insanity will consume, Every last perception of reality in my final state of being.
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