These were to be his last hours,
He said to himself
Of magnificence he'll gain no triumph
To conjure up some personal favors
He dreamt about
As years went by for the worse
He shan't rest for the final score
Sleep will be fullfilled at the end
So much to discover so deep
These are to be his last days
Alone he went
And far gone he is
Now to ever march onward
The side-effect of a desolate self;
The lock inside himself
Where further man would not tread
There is so little to go back for
That's not to say there's so much ahead
But it's easier now to influence general thinking
Into impurity
Thou art the loneliest soul
Forever to serve a dark matter
Thine eyes pierced with sadness
It's not so much a fase anymore
Written 15-02-2003
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