My own little pathway to hell
Is littered with shadows
Each one was born with a story to tell
But no one wants to hear them
Year by year the shadows grow larger
Slowly turning my light into dark
With each of their stories going untold
Only their stares can leave marks
If you were to walk down
My own little pathway to hell
Whispers of my night you'd hear
Engulfed in lies and blood
My shadows would scare you away
With the sound of their unhearing voices
My nights would never come to an end
With my shadows as my dark company
As I walk down my own little pathway to hell
 
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