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Bring me home
The
circles go 'round us
We take the abuse
The pain
subsides,
and we want it to return
It makes us feel alive
At
least it's better than nothing
The numbness sets in
The
hope stains
Makes an imprint,
never to return
The cold
consumes us
And we surrender
The life leaves us
The dark
surounds
The heat of fire licks our heals,
and it burns us
alive
The pain empties
And death begins
The cold brings us
home
And we give in