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Crossing Over
You
The tortured and confused,
The unfortunate, abused
Unfathomed depth, the plot thickens
Through labored breath, left awe stricken
Crippled dimples at the corners of your lips
Simple symbols of the torment you relive
Grapple ripples of memories horrific
Sadness dripping out of every orifice
Resurrecting arresting depression
You nest in a bed of oppression
No rest from this pressing aggression
Hopelessly confessing transgressions
Drown in resounding guilt
Knock down the tower you've built
A monument of mourning
Watch it crumble without warning
Tears tumble to the floor
Like a waterfall they pour
Pass through those revolving doors
Drastically evolving more
Growing in pain
Overflowing disdain
Going insane
'Til you blow out your brain
Tossed to headless pondering
Lost in endless wandering
Thoughts of dreaded conjurings
Causing deadly faltering
Bits of skull and shell
Found on the wall and shelf
Spatters could fill a well
Like a platter made in hell
Entered the devil's venue
Looks like death is on the menu
The tortured and confused,
The unfortunate, abused
Unfathomed depth, the plot thickens
Through labored breath, left awe stricken
Crippled dimples at the corners of your lips
Simple symbols of the torment you relive
Grapple ripples of memories horrific
Sadness dripping out of every orifice
Resurrecting arresting depression
You nest in a bed of oppression
No rest from this pressing aggression
Hopelessly confessing transgressions
Drown in resounding guilt
Knock down the tower you've built
A monument of mourning
Watch it crumble without warning
Tears tumble to the floor
Like a waterfall they pour
Pass through those revolving doors
Drastically evolving more
Growing in pain
Overflowing disdain
Going insane
'Til you blow out your brain
Tossed to headless pondering
Lost in endless wandering
Thoughts of dreaded conjurings
Causing deadly faltering
Bits of skull and shell
Found on the wall and shelf
Spatters could fill a well
Like a platter made in hell
Entered the devil's venue
Looks like death is on the menu
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