| January 6th, 2000

it seems that i have come to this
accompanied alone
out of my depth
the end draws nigh
i hear the echoes of my past
in haunted dreams
i see your faces fall

what for have i been given then
unto you
to hold my head between your hands
and weep these tears for you
which you do not understand
will not believe
foregone conclusion
carved in the stone of will
as weak as infant struggles
these things not yet made

foregone conclusion
you have yet to make
i cry for you
i weep to no one

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