Don't try to
read between the lines
there's mountains
left behind
there mounting
uneven time
and the basements
never dry
dry dry
its wreaks the whys
its bleak and climbs
don't take the message
live on experience
on experience
on this desperation
on the back
this cage were in
breaking in pieces
from on the beacon
of seasons
and the basements
never dry
till we wake up dead again
with hollow eyes
my friends
©mrnothing
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