Shadow


In those dark snooty days, my past hunt me like a shadow, wish I could shout and be heard,
It's my voice that betray me like egg in it's shell...

I tried to run but my legs can't carry me,
I tried to forget but am too retentive,
So am stuck where I ought not be found...

For this is the hard part of me I try to kill,
But my last bullet won't just shot it kill,
Even if I make a thousand click...

So long blood flows in my vein, The thought keeps running like a train, always wish I was never there, but history was made of the past...

So, on those stones I stand alone,
like an helpless sim without a phone...

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