Reality in a Harsher Light
Every road is perfectly smooth
Leaves me raving, scratching at the ground
Layers of earth we cannot remove
In hopes of finding escape from the sound
Waves, crash to the shore
In a chorus of souls and yell in my face
If I cover my ears I will only hear more
Life is but a thing, Hell is but a place
Note: Must finish it soon.
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