The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden
winged despair
So come down
It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso,
ripping the flesh
So come down
It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded
poisonous
Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being
Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only
chance of escape
So come down, come down with me, it may be our only chance
of escape
Lurking in the shadows psychological self loathing violent
desire
Slaughter the first born the debris of joy it's all that's
left
But this is my only chance of escape the crashing wave
So I'll hold on until I crumble under the weight
A stagnant pit of twisted bones and contorted features
wrapped in flesh
Yet stranded to wallow between the walls of destruction
A vacuum created by the desolation and loss of hope a sigh
A sighm a fatal glance to the fading pain that crouches in
the corner
For the night is upon us, the triumphant return of joy
Immortality, intensity the need to escape
It seems to be coming through in waves the need to escape
And beneath its swell the search for absolution continues
it's downward spiral
I wade through the fifth, terminal hope
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