As I sit alone and listen
Praying for some rime or reason
I make it final mission
Still so hungry and freezing
You may be lost
But so am I
I paid the cost
With binds that tie
Who are you
To ask this of me
It haunts you too
I can plainly see
But it's your mess
You made with greed
I failed the test
Let the demons feed
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
As I sit alone and listen
Praying for some rime or reason
I make it final mission
Still so hungry and freezing
You may be lost
But so am I
I paid the cost
With binds that tie
Who are you
To ask this of me
It haunts you too
I can plainly see
But it's your mess
You made with greed
I failed the test
Let the demons feed
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