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Loathing
Taking shape across the sky
Just don't look up, try and hide
Here lonesome is where I sit
Waiting for it to take me again
No one ever sees it coming
Till it's too late
No one, ever takes a the time to breathe.
Sit around waiting for some kind of relief.
But this big black cloud hangs over everything....
Hear me from beneath the ground.
Searching for what can't be found.
Solemn grace distills the air
Breathe it in, going down it tears.
Just don't look up, try and hide
Here lonesome is where I sit
Waiting for it to take me again
No one ever sees it coming
Till it's too late
No one, ever takes a the time to breathe.
Sit around waiting for some kind of relief.
But this big black cloud hangs over everything....
Hear me from beneath the ground.
Searching for what can't be found.
Solemn grace distills the air
Breathe it in, going down it tears.
Published 15th Jan 2015
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