I can hear the laughing from behind
It echoes through the chambers of my mind
The mist rises, bringing tears to my eyes
All that I wish for, fate seems to deny
My feet are trapped in the quicksand of time
Each day on my face there appears another line
Memories fading away slowly from my head
Each night I find it harder to remember what I said
Pain chases after me like a rabid dying hound
Please bury me beneath holy, forgotten ground
Please cover me under unholy unforgiving dirt
That is the only way I know how to hide my hurt
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