Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.
Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.
Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.
Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.
Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.
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