From the depths
of my wounded soul...
The darkness
that consumes me whole...
The tragic
the guilt that I hold...
The choice
has left me so cold...
All my life
never so alone...
Leave it all
to roll, roll a stone...
And that is
all it ever is...
All the work
it is what it is...
The return
eternal return...
The same, same
it's this constant burn...
Driven, drive
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