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- - - LAST OF A DYING BREED - - -


Well, I
Speak from my heart
From deep
Inside the dark
How can I even start
To tell
You pitiless black
Thoughts burn
A matter of fact
Demons
Offering me a pact

Tell me
How can I ever let go?

Last of a dying breed
Path of a bastard seed
Misery and tragedy
Past of a lying creed
Wrath of a grieving breed
Agony and apathy

Lost in
A sea of pain
When there's
Nothing to gain
And only dust remains
I feel
Grips on my throat
Sticky
Like I'm blood soaked
I'm lost
And swinging from a rope

Tell me
How can I ever let go?

Last of a dying breed
Path of a bastard seed
Misery and tragedy
Past of a lying creed
Wrath of a grieving breed
Agony and apathy

Do you know what it's like to dig your own grave
On this day, on this day?
Rain clouds herald in the bitter winter winds
Must I begin, must I begin?
Pulling and breaking the roots of the damned
With my hands, with my hands
These twisted thoughts keep rampaging through my head
Beneath the dead, beneath the dead

The sun goes down
Without a sound
Of dying wings
In drowning springs

Last of a dying breed
Path of a bastard seed
Misery and tragedy
Past of a lying creed
Wrath of a grieving breed
Agony and apathy








(c) 2015 Frank Green


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