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Hell And Peace
Dear psychosis,
Lowly your voice howls
Within the wintry confines of my mind.
Now is the winter
Of my discontent.
I feel your veil
over my eyes thickening.
What is reality? I reach for it,
But with broken hands,
I can no longer grasp.
And now as the veil thickens,
I feel a coexistence
between peace and hell.
The serenity of my beach
Is beaten by the waves of lava.
But I want to dip my foot in,
And be consumed
With your fiery embrace.
Lowly your voice howls
Within the wintry confines of my mind.
Now is the winter
Of my discontent.
I feel your veil
over my eyes thickening.
What is reality? I reach for it,
But with broken hands,
I can no longer grasp.
And now as the veil thickens,
I feel a coexistence
between peace and hell.
The serenity of my beach
Is beaten by the waves of lava.
But I want to dip my foot in,
And be consumed
With your fiery embrace.
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