I'm finding myself lost in my thoughts
A vast emptiness; cold, dark, numb
Incompleteness binds my aching soul to an icy heart
It no longer pumps, no longer bleeds for you,
Instead it builds higher walls with moats
Of unending depths
For no man shall this drawbridge lower again.
A vast emptiness; cold, dark, numb
Incompleteness binds my aching soul to an icy heart
It no longer pumps, no longer bleeds for you,
Instead it builds higher walls with moats
Of unending depths
For no man shall this drawbridge lower again.
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