The wind reeks of broken hopes Like someone’s holding you with old ropes The chains of the dead took my last breath Everyone thought I had the best But in the night everything glows And the true meaning of life flows The broken promises, the faulty lies I hear the wolves begin to cry They sing my song best of all The howls creep into you heart and crawl You feel the sorrow echo in your every gasp You have fallen into my quicksand trap You kick and flail But nothing prevails You finally stop and stare into my eyes I do nothing as I hear your cries I twist a rope around your neck You see in my eyes a golden fleck It turns red And you are dead
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