I feel the rift... it opens up and cracks me away from the shores of sanity
adrift, alone in an angry sea of a rageing being
the waves of my exsistance roll in rhythm
pounding out rock shores to sand
a million distant islands, but not one that you'll find life in
the isolation holds its own reprieve
but sucking sulfer air, it hurts to breathe
my own little paradise
its not so nice
shipwrecked by my own devise
A crisp breeze cresendos from whispers, screaming now to me, please.
the fables of the failures i've achieved
forced again, just once again to comprhend what i've began
to drift in misery just to see where happiness could lead
all alone in a cloud of me
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