With a heart so twisted and torn, like thorns in a patch, being stuck in a child's game, looking aimlessly for a match. Having ambition of a dreadful soul, no cracks inside the shell, sheltering a long evil story, but no one left to tell.
The truth is seen in listening, but blind by the sound, eyes lead to the soul, with a shell that won't be found. Delusional now from all chaos, lonely feelings intended to keep, a conversation in variety, racing my mind to get to sleep.
Lack of sleep carries burdens, trying to do it all alone, added to the list of losses, left here a bag of bones. Life will throw you curves balls, the thorns will cut you deep, removing faith in your step, all results from worldly sleep.
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