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then and Now
From bleak and oppression I wake
not knowing what chances I take
for who will I be
through what shell of life will I see
of pain, of pleasure
or life's untold treasures
I drift through the never
but deep inside I hear a noise
a hollow echo, a sheltered voice
I begin to feel sick, I begin to feel weak
but that doesn't stop it, it will still speak
it strips me of all senses
I can't go back, the old is dead
you ask, but I can't
and no, it's not only in my head
I scream my silent cry
on deaf ears, but still I try
so alone, so scared
I'll never know, I never dared
my naked soul in a shell of a life, not my own
and now I struggle with strife
for the deaths, I will atone
