Patrick Price

September 16, 1998 - St. Louis
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The antidote

This eerie sensation coursing
My veins tightening and pulsing
An icy grasp against my throat
Searching for the true antidote

Over and over, no result
Not a single soul to consult
Suffering alone in darkness
Searching in dreams of avarice

Forges of the heart frozen cold
Grab the chilling reigns to take hold
Stoke the sparking coals to reignite
Standing strong like the bravest knight

Testing those pure at heart and soul
Look toward the day you may stroll
With love, forever sought after
No longer playing the chaser

True love exists in this grand world
First, you must escape the dream-world
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