No Words Can Save Me Now

With the gun pointed at my chest/ what use can words be?/ Cold, dead eyes glaring at me/ show no pity will come my way./// No tragic tale could move this man/ nor any jest lighten his soul./ I await with only feeble sighs/ It's the the end of all my dreams./// I recall a wrong turn long ago/ from where I was once loved/ to a place where I'm unnown/ trapped in the shadow/ of the light that no one/ can ever claim to have seen.///

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