‎Saturday, ‎November ‎15, ‎2014

I sold my angels for the sadness
Now the sadness won’t accept trade in return for you
And the winter is coming close, winter of truth
Not the cold I fear but the night sheltering you
Oh blindness, deaf or dumb is it you?
Taking me away from physical youth
Am I the victim now of my own drug loathe
Making me go numb, choosing to lose
Is this new, is it true.

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