No measure or equality, no way to gauge the pain
wallowing in frivolity, counting drops of rain
I'll not wake from this dream, and find a better way
within my mind I hear the screams, each memory, replayed
Some things cannot be salvaged, my soul, or sanity
egregiously too ravaged, horror and profanity
The loss of my mental state, completed on the day
unable to wipe clean the slate, when you went away
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
No measure or equality, no way to gauge the pain
wallowing in frivolity, counting drops of rain
I'll not wake from this dream, and find a better way
within my mind I hear the screams, each memory, replayed
Some things cannot be salvaged, my soul, or sanity
egregiously too ravaged, horror and profanity
The loss of my mental state, completed on the day
unable to wipe clean the slate, when you went away
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