another day gotten through!
another door to unlock
more steps to descend -
i begin my walk
how kind the night!
how kind the street!
dark and empty
silent and discreet
i was born for this
to walk alone
the fog my guide
oblivion my home
what face from the shadows
what voice from the air
the soft face of guilt
the gentle whisper of despair
the raindrops fall
and fall and fall
sad! sad! sad!
who shall resist their call?
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