Grayer shadows call beckoning me home
Meloncholia's arms reaching with need
I fear a fall back into my dark tomb
pleading from this prison that I will be freed
Trapped in a maze of my own creation
cracks in the walls I've nothing to fix it
caught in between important distractions
confused and desperate for an exit
one by one the walls grow higher, thicker
through the fog I hear him calling my name
I'm not for saving, I just fall quicker
as the shadows take hold my hope will wain.
Outside I can hear him calling for me
but locked from inside I'll never be free
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