3.The Empty Places
Even when I'm grim and lonely, I always return to the empty
places
Step after step I walk the ground, This place is filled with
silence
Nothing but my own heartbeats in the night, under the pale white
winter moon.
Just another journey through my own mind, Into the empty places,
the empty places
Walking through the night with no destination, A journey into
nothingness.
It's quiet in the pitch black darkness, Deep into madness I
wander.
The beast awakes inside, Alone I am that animal - the one and
only me.
Watching the shadows take another day away, As the night kills
the light
THE EMPTY PLACES
THE EMPTY PLACES
THE EMPTY PLACES
THE EMPTY PLACES
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