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Hopeless
I've seen blood rain from the skies.
I've seen the light leave their eyes.
The sounds of pain and fear as I hear their last cries.
I've walked through the darkness.
I've chased after the light.
I never make it there for it always leaves my sight.
The shadow overtakes.
The darkness is drowning me.
I see now that it's the blood of all the ghosts I see.
The blood of those I could have saved,
only to turn my back.
The blood of those I killed,
of the number I've lost track.
My time here is lost,
never to be found.
The cries of their souls my only constant sound.
I will keep on going,
Keep on chasing the elusive light.
If it means my loved ones can be saved,
then to my last breath I will fight.
The shadows say it's pointless,
everyone dies in the end.
I won't let it take them.
On this, I will not bend.
I don't know to who I say this,
to the shadows or myself.
I must be rid of all my doubt,
all of these thoughts I must shelf.
The shadows know my thoughts.
They know my doubts and fears.
They play scenes in my head that'd bring any man to tears.
I watch my friends die.
I watch my family burn.
My only hope is that the shadows will finally give me my turn.
It will never happen...
I've seen the light leave their eyes.
The sounds of pain and fear as I hear their last cries.
I've walked through the darkness.
I've chased after the light.
I never make it there for it always leaves my sight.
The shadow overtakes.
The darkness is drowning me.
I see now that it's the blood of all the ghosts I see.
The blood of those I could have saved,
only to turn my back.
The blood of those I killed,
of the number I've lost track.
My time here is lost,
never to be found.
The cries of their souls my only constant sound.
I will keep on going,
Keep on chasing the elusive light.
If it means my loved ones can be saved,
then to my last breath I will fight.
The shadows say it's pointless,
everyone dies in the end.
I won't let it take them.
On this, I will not bend.
I don't know to who I say this,
to the shadows or myself.
I must be rid of all my doubt,
all of these thoughts I must shelf.
The shadows know my thoughts.
They know my doubts and fears.
They play scenes in my head that'd bring any man to tears.
I watch my friends die.
I watch my family burn.
My only hope is that the shadows will finally give me my turn.
It will never happen...
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