Thursday, July 06, 2006

Run

I stand, the edge before me screams
It knows it's the fragment of my dreams
That pushes me forward, to a frozen end
That makes me fly across its rebel land

I understand, I'll cross the night
I cannot shimmer it through
It'll viciously drain all my false might
It swallows down all i ever knew

It laughs, so quietly, in my lost face
It seeks the lies within, in its clockwork pace
And it knows who'll win the final chase

In the end it looks away and leans
Whispering: "you know what it means".

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