The light, it's fading away,
as it is overtaken, by the dark.
As is the man, that would sell his soul,
so loses within himself, his inner spark.
That fire, that burns within us,
and drives us, to be, who we are.
Without it, we're dead inside,
we are nothing, we bare life's scare.
At a place in life, approaching an end
with a fork, at the end of the road.
Right or left, a choice to be made,
and of course, the end is never showed.
Stepping to the right, as I begin its walk,
with obstacle after obstacle, every step of the way.
This Fucked up choice of mine, so what can I say.
As far out as I can see was dark gloomy clouds looming over, an even darker sea.
And at lands end, where the water begins,l
I find myself, with thoughts in my head,
swirling around and around, as a washer spins.
Then I heard it, as the voices echoed,
warning, just az clear as day.
Enter at your own risk,
take heed to the words, that I say.
I was stepping up,onto the boat,
this hideous creature said.
welcome to Hells ferry.
What the fuck happened, Hells Ferry.
I couldn't get that thought, from out of my head.
Life started to wear against me, losing all control.
continuing this path, comes at a price.
Of course that price, being our soul
There was no way, I was continuing on this path,
Especially, with all it's coming aftermath, in the end.
Not now, nor ever, not any day,
will I give my soul away.
And now, it will live, freely in the wind.
rather than a lake of fire,
for eternity man, is, a long time to spend



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