been a loner all my life
and thats the way it'll stay
wounds cut deep from the edge of a knife
my wounded soul on display
noone really understands
noone ever will
the face of death beside me , stands
whispering ," its time for the kill"
a loner through my youth
a loner in death
something that is true
who'll go with you
when you draw your last breath..
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