The days of my youth are gone
And when I draw back the shades
I welcome the dark hollow dawn
But the bright refuses the frayed
Weapon in hand I spark the light
That brings solace through smoke
Love drifting down the veins excites
In the haze I fall under a dismal cloak
The years seem to crawl and trickle
My pain is alive scratching at the surface
It seems fate is wild, crazed and fickle
I am still the boy scared and nervous
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