Old friend and familar demon can I offer you a drink?
Watch the fire fade in winters decay and **** all hope filled tought's.
Does the fall find you empty as my jaded soul?
Another round ?
Will you stay to see me erase all that used to be who does stand's befor you now?
Will you vanish like friends who get a glimpse of the dark that is masked in light?
So many questions to many vacant thoughts and a fires crackle is it cold being on the outside
most all your life.
A homeless sense and a stranger in every crowd.
You served me well but times coming for us to part.
This road i can't take you as so many times befor.
Empty bottle and erased reason im a driffter in endless times of nothing true.
Maybe this time i'll rid myself of the misery ive often so embraced.
Old dog's seldom run far unless to keep you from a death's view.
Sometime's you just cant pull it togather anymore.
Headlights give a view ive called life for far to long
Im tired but always no matter how far I run
I cant escape you.
I drink one last and toast the emptyness ive become
A spark although bright must always fade.
Life but a season and time a slow count to sure end.
It seems this time the jokes on me.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Old friend and familar demon can I offer you a drink?
Watch the fire fade in winters decay and **** all hope filled tought's.
Does the fall find you empty as my jaded soul?
Another round ?
Will you stay to see me erase all that used to be who does stand's befor you now?
Will you vanish like friends who get a glimpse of the dark that is masked in light?
So many questions to many vacant thoughts and a fires crackle is it cold being on the outside
most all your life.
A homeless sense and a stranger in every crowd.
You served me well but times coming for us to part.
This road i can't take you as so many times befor.
Empty bottle and erased reason im a driffter in endless times of nothing true.
Maybe this time i'll rid myself of the misery ive often so embraced.
Old dog's seldom run far unless to keep you from a death's view.
Sometime's you just cant pull it togather anymore.
Headlights give a view ive called life for far to long
Im tired but always no matter how far I run
I cant escape you.
I drink one last and toast the emptyness ive become
A spark although bright must always fade.
Life but a season and time a slow count to sure end.
It seems this time the jokes on me.
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