A mind is entangled with the snare of love
A heart has torn a striking hole through ones own existence.
Once all was known with a natural high not far from hope
Now all is lost with a paralyzing fear of sinking to dope
If the eyes of ones heart could see her leave
Would they be blinded by her endless control over a plebe.
The end would be near if he didn't know that there are others like him on an endless drift.
This is the story of the soul rift.
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