Old Dirt Road                    Fiendfolio
Twenty-two

Within my chest there sleeps a Beast,
Cold and hungry, He seeks release
Unto this earth, Destruction he brings,
Darkness and hate to all living things
Jealousy, hatred, a sad twist of fate
I try to fight but it's too late
Consumed by hate but ruled by fear
I never knew death would seem so dear
Twenty-two years near the end
I can finally see how it begins
Death unto me with no rebirth,
Never again to return to this earth
Battered and bruised, I lay down this night
Giving up on  this sick, sad fight

Copyright Hayden Conner 2007
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