I wander alone
I often do
I wander where
I often go
I see a door
It is closed
I see a mirror
Its closed too.
Im looking for a place
To rest my head
I look too far
and find the dead
I hear voices
From all around
I hear them call
From Underground
I see the Sky
Its tinged with red
I see this note
and remember what you said
I am sick
as i sit
They are doomed
there fuse is lit.
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