Underneath the lamplight I lay my weary head Thinking I might be safer But still wishing I was dead A drifter is what I was I guess I still am Drifting from here to there Going no where Stepping forward Then stepping back Waiting for the next swing Bracing myself for the next hit Wondering … Continue reading Drifting
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Tell me
Tell me when you hear my heart stop Tell me when you hear the silence Tell me when the pain is over Tell me when I'm gone Nyx
Your demise
I see the interest in your smile And the spark of desire in your eyes I wouldn't mess with my head my friend Or I will be your demise Nyx
Words From The Borderline 
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