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High Noon

There is a place called lonliness 
Where all my snakes dare to tread
Hidden under floorboards of my youth
And beneath me in the world of dead

But wherever it is I seem to go 
Follow aimlessly leashed and bound 
And hide it well for the sake of others
And reveal it when they're not around

It takes me to a place called nothing
Where dark is always thick and black
And night wont work, the blind can see
tress if you pass, no going back

Then another place called suicide
a land of plenty called in mortem est
Where tickets are given free of charge
For a train who's tracks I know the best

But this moment is different than ever before
The ice cold shakes my memory
Of promises left and tasks undone
Of scenes long played by you and me

My doubt reveals a mysterious road
to a land called destiny
Where whispers may touch my soul   
And someones path appear in me 

So to these tracks I say farewell
And play the odds to decide
my faith is what you make of it 
If I  live or if I die