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peace

Clouded and under the rain

I strive for a sense of reality

A battle i know to be vain

I take to steal a last sight of sanity

 

Im lost and I’m loosing my sense

My soul is slowly leaving me

My body  becoming a host

A shallow shell of immensity

 

Drawn in the depths of my soil

I dive into the roots of the tree

Shaping the rhymes of my soul

And carving the roads i walk in

 

Roaming to the boiling echo

The mute voices resounding in my dreams

The face I always looked for

In fear , rejected the scene

 

Despair reaping my core

Spoiling my laxity

Taking away any force

Enabling me to flee

 

Leaving me in front

My ultimate fear

Face to face to confront

My dearest enemy

 

Beholding my soul , entity

Besides the abhorrent sore

The enormous agony

In my sworn foe I found an ally

◄ A waste of time

wake up ►

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