shadow nightmares
Hell on earth some say, the fires of regret, the flames
Come into view, as the water upon the twilight haze
dries inside another broken mind, another broken spirit
witin the year of insanity, so much never changes so
much never goes away…
A fever pitch becoming the anthem ofdoubt and time
Is not a welcoming mother, time bends our skin,
strectches our sanity, makes us wonder what ifs,
Time like a raging river never lets you breath, it takes
Every chance to rush the hours away from you,
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