Fingers crawl towards the door
Don't want to be here anymore.
Too used to the burn who licks
Away, at the sea of hope
Soon, nothing left but dry
As the smoke leads me into an empty
Ocean, where I believed there
To be warmth.
Too used to the laughter which
Hides the silence deep inside
And now all out of freshly cried tricks
How can my heart be so poor
My mind so rich?
I live inside a house of gold,
To soon declared strong enough to stand
Pure neglected insanity
Keeps my icy bitterness cold
Enticed by the vanity
I wandered inside, so blissfully
Oh! My life, it seemed so grand
But too soon, I realized
That it was only bare
On the inside
And then when I try to leave
My thoughts they flail and then I switch
And on the walls I paint profanity
And then I sit, I cry, I grieve
I make my own war
And then I fight it peacefully.
I run paralyzed,
My blindness transfixed,
On the cure
My soul bewitched
But by what exactly, I'm not sure.
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