Never one sticking around...
Bow on my head starts to wear out
And the blood on my wrists dried out.
Heart complications not mentioned around,
Nightmares that make me rip through my flesh,
But when my eyes are open, there's no one around
And I wish again to be spirit bound.
The cloud around me is a darker cloak,
The darkness before me is... dark,
And I look ahead, there's nothing for me,
I look behind, there's only blood,
I look to my side, and there's no one around
Not a problem, I'm out.
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