Out of time

Out of line

The end is near

And there is no fear

Murdering the sweet memory

Of all I ever sought to be

Leaving only a chalk outline for all to see


So many ways

So many choices

An absence of voices

And short days


Leading the path to edge

Beyond the map

To where my monsters roam

To find the place my heart calls home

I drink the poison on tap

And recite the pledge


The promise made

The promise broken

The promise forgotten

The promise disobeyed


And now only one promise remains

That which forever stains

The dirty soul that will never be clean

As always its just a means

To an selfish end

As always its the way of the fiend


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