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Department of Soul Sanitation
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August 2010
Lay my head down all alone,
sleeping with a room of my very own demons and ghosts,
will they always confine me and make me feel like I'm drowning?
I may have minimum pride,
and always respond quickly to my guilt,
my empty life so full of sorrow.
Will I feel warm love again?
Will warmth somewhere in my future arise?
Will I ever find the trail to the heavenly light?
Do I have anytime to save my soul?
If there are any small thoughts I will change my ways,
Do you wish to help me clean my soul?
WIth you nothing is the limit and I forget my current ways.
Holding closed and fighting to keep them mere wounds,
trying to build upp strength to finally seal them closed,
but it's hard to move while in freezing water drowning.
Forget any love and forget about silly pride,
emptiness is for the bed ridden and those full of guilt,
yet why do I still think of you New Years, you always seem to torment.
