Existing in a stasis,
Limits passing faces.
Fog cover, like a blanket,
Welcome this gray, don't forsake it.
Warm memories pass like headlights in this anemic cloak.
Stare directly at them and you'll be blinded.
Pass by trials and tragedy like skeletons of smoldering wreckage and smoke.
Stay searching for death too long and you'll find it.
It's funny how life will
Make other things stand still.
All until
There's a void to fill.
Enjoy the stasis
The darkness and the rainbow.
Fear not nameless places
Trusting in the next unknown.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Existing in a stasis,
Limits passing faces.
Fog cover, like a blanket,
Welcome this gray, don't forsake it.
Warm memories pass like headlights in this anemic cloak.
Stare directly at them and you'll be blinded.
Pass by trials and tragedy like skeletons of smoldering wreckage and smoke.
Stay searching for death too long and you'll find it.
It's funny how life will
Make other things stand still.
All until
There's a void to fill.
Enjoy the stasis
The darkness and the rainbow.
Fear not nameless places
Trusting in the next unknown.
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