When this unpleasent storm arrives
trying to break my walls with lies
using the seduce of soft lines
it's pain what I treasure in my mind
Every word hurt as hell
but without em how could I tell
am I still alive or nearly at my end
or how long ago did I die then?
Out that storm is where I am
making em stronger, making em calm
building these walls even harder to pass
promising myself this time will last
Will these ones stop me fail
if I can't hear any meaningless tale
just me alone, whispering call
I was meant to be apart of all
Selite:
oletus
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