I fall when summer ends
Tip toeing the trail of self destruction
Teetering on the edge on insanity
Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid
Sewed my eyes shut from reality
It's over when you can't break down
There's nothing left to destroy
It's all deteriorated
rotten
Nothing will bloom again
You would never see the fog at night
If it weren't for the moon
A strange glow that exposes the heavy dark
An ominous feeling
in which I have found comfort
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