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by Jesse Jul 6, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I am what I have always been Upon this earth a grain of sand That's trapped in darkness dusk till dawn Mere dirt you use to walk upon A beach which light sees not this hour Hell's mighty tide will soon devour The grain and all once thought to be Now feeble matched against the sea Which casts hope down upon the floor My prison at the Devil's door Revolving years of vertigo An end to which we soon will know