wading through the misty swamp with hands marked with blood
taking steps become so difficult as feet slowly sink in the mud
there is a light calling out at the end but grows dimmer by the minute
my demons grabbing at my arms but emotions i refuse to emit
there is only one way through this mess and i must do it alone
i need to leave you behind to venture off into the unknown
pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease fuck off, please
there are images in my mind and you're not in them
i need to do this alone, from the tip to the stem
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