Old Wounds
the pounding walls of fear
beating, pulsing in my head
rising and descending
like ritual panic
my entire being becomes
engulfed, encircled
in a never ending maze
of sound and sight
lungs enhale the vacuum
the nothingness of the unknown
inhaling the fear that forever flows
pulsing, beating, rushing from my heart
no escape, petrified, paralized
pulses of blood beat harder within
the black outer skin of a grotesque charade
masquerade in airless cell
the prison of the mind, a blackened shell
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Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno.
Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio.
Chorus:
So, heave her up and away we'll go. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.
(Chorus)
Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Heave away, Santy Anno. Back in the days of the good old times. Way out in Californio.
(Chorus)
Ahh, A
Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno.
Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio.
Chorus:
So, heave her up and away we'll go. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.
(Chorus)
Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Heave away, Santy Anno. Back in the days of the good old times. Way out in Californio.
(Chorus)
Ahh, A