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When it starts

Broken fragments of thoughts i speak

Words spoken only describing parts

Becoming to fragile and week

When it starts

Trying to understand but to me its all greek

Trying to save what little is left

But everything seems so bleak

Losing sight of all hope with the reaper's theft

Would you understand if inside me you could peek

Let the overwhelming sadness keep you from a lift

Building up a breaking point as i begin to leak

An endless fall into destiny's gift

Fadeing into the night

Dying is just not my style

So i turn to write

When the darkness is cold and vile

And i begin to lose my sight

Holding back my deepest thoughts walking through the nile

To lost to run and to weak to put up a fight

To tired to get up and walk lthe extra mile

Forever lost in an eternall darkness only seeking light