It's distant and bleak, but the shroud is heavy on the soul
The day ablaze, still darker than any washed down by rains
I wake up to the day with a galloping heartbeat
And a heart shattered and torn by a vision of a dimension so cruel
Feeding on the fears of the pitiful to scorn their lives
Create a world of torment and lies, yet those lies are exact revelations of truth
The ones that we avoid and run for days
But slip and fall into on those desperate nights
In the end, it makes no sense, the gutless apparition of self
Embellishes the beauty that was supposedly gulped down with waters of its ocean
Never to be discovered again, never to be enjoyed by the eyes of the sinner
It was a wide lethal gap that would accept any dumbfounded leap of faiths.
Yet, we are back in square one
Maybe this is where we belonged
Meant to be here all along...
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