long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton]
i, feel the time, slowly drifting in my veins.memories, remains.confined, i’m alive, somewhere by the autumn leaves,falling in between.‘cause no one's there to hold my head up high.no one's there to peace my mind.alone lies my soul,i'm so cold, i'm afraidto find hollow lifesleepless nights, empty days.opaque, fading eyes, stumble in my facethrough the crowd i forsake.demised i’m aside, weaked by the lonely hazeof no point, no aim.‘cause no one's there to hold my head up high.no one's there to peace my mind.alone, i'm afraidto find hollow life,sleepless nights, empty days.alone…
ramp, alone, nude, 2003 #7
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