I can no longer grasp
What I need is some saving
Take my hand and clasp
One day could I be a maverick or a maven?
Do I prefer whats solid or the shade?
Both body and soul dwell in a dark place
Nullify the pain so one day it may fade
Please light up my face
Haunted by angels of ill
Nighttime reigns his lethal throne
Thoughts of loneliness and death perpetually fill
All with an utterance of a sad and chilly tone
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