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Your armor of light,
Is no match for my darkness.
No matter how hard you fight,
You cannot save my soul's rotting carcass.
Wondering if I'm right,
I stare up to the moon;
Wishing to end this life,
The feeling when I walk home
on a Friday at 2:00.
The bag heavy on my back but the
shoes are thrown as far as they can once I get inside.
The feeling when I collapse on my bed and really
When the clouds roll in, thats when the fun begins
Drops of silver falling from the sky, sit on the porch and watch the storm roll by
Think of life and all its trials, think of hate and all my rivals
My mind is a mess
I tell myself
To take action
I know what I want
I see it right there
But I need to do something
I want to lock
Myself in a white room
In the darkest night under the full moon
My heart aches for the news that will come soon
As it cries out for the resolution
That news that had two conclusions
The news that determine my destiny in life
The tip of that old Marlboro cigarette held between his sagging, wrinkly fingers burns out,
I wonder if the place where my mom is, is as beautiful as the stars in the sky on a cool summer night or the rain on my window pane.
I wonder if it's as peaceul as a Sunday morning drive or is it better than being alive?
