When I allow
Eight realms of underlying barriers
To keep me placated
I lose every sense
Of calming my self into a state
of Sliding warmth as ten swords
lay into me as the spurs of perception dig in my side
Waver on borders of low points and timelessness
Personal interest is rash and abandoning
Flat on my stomach, skewered by the company
Reach for me
And you'll see
What it is
That I'm holding underneath
The water, to drown all my apathy
Ring strong curses as I waste my precious
Time, aimed dead at the source of this
turning, the mile up, the upward climb
I waited, as the sea rose
to swallow me, but maybe it'll make me
better
engulf me, as I sing that I was the victim of this
crime, shroud me as if I weren't meant to be alive
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