Wreckage Wreckage at my feet I call it me An empty shell Prison for my soul Rock and mortar I tear at the cell wall Fingernails break off Blood dancing down the walls I scream, only a faint echo greets my ears I fall I scrape my knees on the dusty floor Crying I walk the prison grounds every night Every night it's raining Every night I dream the destitute Rain splatters on my face Detached In my mind Like there are two of us here But I walk I walk alone Or do I? Crushed under the weight of regrets My soul waits to be set free Dearest Death, you're welcome at my wake Break bread with me And harvest my soul So I wait I crawl back inside This cold façade, remind me to smile This machine is my voice And I love being here I really do Wreckage at my feet I call it me

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