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Toll
It start a haunted silence over whelming me
darkness take its toll on my sanity
angry walls that’s steal’s my air
saw my reflection and cried
It’s a field of pain, where I graze
I hunt; taking of the fallen lamb
move swift, shape shift fear in your eyes
bad dreams come true I feel so alone
darkness take its toll on my sanity
angry walls that’s steal’s my air
saw my reflection and cried
It’s a field of pain, where I graze
I hunt; taking of the fallen lamb
move swift, shape shift fear in your eyes
bad dreams come true I feel so alone
Published 29th Jan 2013
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