To write in steel,
to tell you how I feel,
would be a pointless task.
To know how I feel is to much to ask.
And in this pain,
it only seams to rain.
This dark place is turning me insane.
For the dim light you can see,
is the only thing motivating me.
And for all of the years I have been around,
look at all the things I have found.
Pain, misery, despair.
And who among us could really care?
And for the dim light, is it really worth the fight?
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