Wasted Fallen Lands

Northern Tales

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Just a shade of a thought I guess
A small motion in my brain Lonely desperate + helpless
A deathlike greet from beyond
I was never really really at home
Imprisond by these walls
With no other choice
A memory is rising
With lucid eyes they see
On wasted fallen lands
A shadow inbetween
Try to chase the moment
Or sink into oblivion
A memory is rising
In search of life
I live my life in many ways
I give I take I throw a lot away
And I
Regret no thing I did
Who can protect me from myself ?
Before I lose my consciousness
Before I lose my head ?
Before I wish myself to death