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Tragedy has spoken

The wolves all gather around

With sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare

They wish me on my way

So cold inside this shell

Give me to the earth

The dreams that I deserted

The passion I would not release

The path I left untreaded

The mask that I refused to wear

Existance left unnoticed

Desire in my bones so dry

And silence in the virtue

All so quiet - all so still

I can feel them watching

Feel the seconds die

Can hear them laughing from above

They wish me on my way