The Mist

June 5, 2011
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The mist it falls
Like morning dew
Upon the world
That we once knew

It pulls you under
In its wake
And steals every breath
That you take

Distorted thoughts
Will fill your mind
A sudden desire
To leave the world behind

And as you fall
Into Hell's depths
You no longer value
Your memories kept

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