Reckon what is right within the light
Time to say, with the chaos of the heart as we hear doom
Are we ready?
I feel lost with the abyss, ready the blade
To suffer, blustering to the brim
To scream for blackness reckons me
Happening now then everywhere
Illusions of the heart terror Bliss hope worry
Am I lost?
I feel so
I want to be free but I find myself a slave
The devouring
Ripping The reality
The addiction to the artificial bliss
Here I am wanting nothing but pure sanity
I am lost, not knowing the known
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