Winding

Lonely is the life I lead,

Living only to see friends

Taken up by token greed,

Chasing after empty ends.

Somber is the song I sing

With no one left by my side,

And dreams I had thought took wing

Are revealed to be denied.

Crippled are the creeds I crave,

And the truths to which I cling

Are tarnished, paths to my grave

Brightened by the shades they bring.

All of this I still endure

To resist sweet death’s allure.

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