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This World Alone
Some days I feel
I walk alone,
through day and night,
I'll leave my home.
The only one I've ever know,
Because, tonight, I'll walk alone.

Some days I hear
the shadows call.
My blood is thick,
Trapped by this wall,
of brick and stone and fear,
Because tonight, for you, this tear,
will fall through cracks
within the glass.
Tonight I fear I shall not last.

Some times I think I've gone insane,
my mind has run,
it's far away,
and I can't seem to find the pieces,
as the tangled bushes sway,
in the wind of the cold, dank deathly moon.
Tonight I'll lay down upon my bed,
and rest
for death shall find me soon.

Some nights I cannot find my vision,
my heart will stop,
my soul is wishing,
for a lightened way across this path,
of demons, ghosts, the aftermath
of untimely deaths in which I've grown
accustomed to.
This name that's,
crudely etched in stone,
will chill my skin,
straight to the bone.
Tonight I'll rest upon the ground,
a smile not seen, a broken crown,
I'll wait for you and until you've shown,
I'll simply walk this world alone.