I have toppled the hourglass, Afraid to let go of the past, And spilled quicksand that pulled my mind, To all the pain I’d left behind, Through ten thousand untrodden paths, I hope to scream my muffled wrath. Back to reality, Back to my own body, My spirit needs to leave, Those pasts I’ll never live, Passion will never be declared, Past heartaches never be spared. Peeling though each scenario, Taking revenge upon my woe, While I try to fight him again, He’s hungrily gnawing my brain, Stuck in the ice with Ugolino, Take me out of that Inferno! Back to reality, Back to my own body, My spirit needs to leave, Those pasts I’ll never live, Passion will never be declared, Past heartaches never be spared.
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