Let me fall my friends

Let me fall my friends, Let me fall,
down this hazy staircase,
Plummeting to my certain doom.
This is my fate and I have resigned myself to it.

Let my sorrows wear me down,
And let the dogs of disaster ambush me.
Let them masticate upon my brittle bones,
And chew upon my mutilated pride.

Let me fall, let me fade into oblivion.
Desert me like the boats desert the wharves at dawn.
For I want to rise again, I want to wash away all the gloom,
But on my own, with no cobwebs left to bog me down.

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