The Wolf
In the darkest hour of life
when no one holds a hand
the noose wrapped around the neck
while sinking in the sand
hardly breathing at all
drowning in a pool of memories
as time looks on with a frown
the vultures picking through your mind
life can hold you up and beat you down
screaming for sanctum
watching from an outside perspective
the world just passes by
with a heart that feels so lonely
race to the finish line to die
reaching for obscurity
when no one holds a hand
the noose wrapped around the neck
while sinking in the sand
hardly breathing at all
drowning in a pool of memories
as time looks on with a frown
the vultures picking through your mind
life can hold you up and beat you down
screaming for sanctum
watching from an outside perspective
the world just passes by
with a heart that feels so lonely
race to the finish line to die
reaching for obscurity
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