Coming To An End

Anderson Khross

Now I can feel the blowing winds
But it hasn't always been this way
I often walked through stormy nights
I just want to leave the pain behind

I will never look back
I must forget
I'm not here to complain
But to rise from the abyss

Trying to tread the way out of this
Insane plague and this bitter end
So exhaustive, cruel, cold
But this time I'm coming to an end

Remember all those eyes staring at me
In a lonely ghostly chamber
I begged for a key to carry on
But no one came to rescue me

From my ashes I rise
Feel the fire burns
I'm not here for revenge
But to fly away from this abyss

Trying to tread the way out of this
Insane plague and this bitter end
So exhaustive, cruel, cold
But this time I'm coming to an end

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