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Bloody Memory/Shackled Mind
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Depression Of Love
The days of suffering, the days of pain;
this feeling never seems to die.
So tied up, bound with this chain,
Memories that bring a tear to my eye.
This nightmare that is never ending,
for this feeling brings out the blood;
and I wish that I was only dreaming
but its reality and here I lie in mud.
There is no light; just merely darkness
for it feels there is no one to save me.
All this pain causes me blindness;
just hoping for something to set me free.
In the darkness, was an image of light;
not heaven nor hell around the light’s bends?
Images lurking in darkness, gave me might,
to stand upon their shadows, to see my best friends.
For a moment, I stood with deception,
to awake in light upon my true glory.
As I now walk with this perception;
I now walk with friends and a mere story.
