Oh wretched souls! I long to hear my name
worthless, cold endeavors driving me to blame
Sickened with the beauty of the carefree heart
marching to the melody of nothing is your part
Finding true serenity, rapture of my mind
realizing sunflowers aging with this time
the epitome of silence combs my every hair
honesty from lips of war, arrows in the air
Garbage that I pick through, useless to my soul
ebony angels that corrupt my every move
when the light reflecting shimmer bounces of my body
I wonder who is looking, who does see the rotting.
Floating in the whispers is this non loved spirit
feeling in eternity the agony you've built
run at every corner, hide near every tree
when you find your insides, maybe you'll be free.
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