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running through oceans of green
above the heavens are blue and clean
below the water sprints fast
the giants around, what shadows they cast!

over the edge of the world you lean
to behold such a breath-taking scene
all darkness and pain will pass
though all of this will not last
for the hearts of humans are glassed
climbing to mountain high
the world around transforms
where secrets of beauty lie
and spirits of trouble cast storms
souls who see by the eye
the truth, which evil deforms
the ones too young to die
they escape the blinded world's swarms
from which they were always alone and too shy
for the thought of the mountain warms:

Tonight twill be thy battle-cry
for this ghost's heart never conforms
away to the mountain we fly
the world below having no form
and the sufferer breathes thy last breath with a sigh
the world above then transforms
walking into the darkened forest
i go to rest my head
lit only by a floating crest
i roam, the walking dead
They were trying to leave me
I cannot maintain sanity if that were to happen
The pain and suffering
The loneliness and sorrow
And the loss of all hope
Would increase to unbearable heights
I would cease to exist
Lest I become a madman
I am both miserable and content
Explosion of anger and breeze of serenity
A sorrowful ghost and a joyful sprite
Self-loathing and prideful
Loss of all hope and pursuit of impossibilities
An impulsive madman and calculating intellect
Utterly confused and omniscient
Close to death and far Paradise
Enveloped by creativity and planted firmly in reality
Weak and invincible
Failing and succeeding
Anxious and composed
Unmeasurable love and unfathomable hate
Optimistic and suicidal
The world is dim
With these tattered limbs
And burned throat
Eyes, where tears coat
There is no sun
All life's light is done
This barren land
It lays at hand
In front of I
Elysium Field, open skies
They all say that it will be better someday, somehow
But it will never exceed the 'better day' you had last time
So through the downs and piking ups, your better days get worse

It comes to a point where your best days are not cutting through an artery
Or walking out in front of a car
And avoiding driving your car off a bridge to your peace, or as others call it, death
Then waking up is a better day


And then it comes down to the air you breath
Each breath is your better day
Until even breathing is too difficult
But there will be no more pain or suffering
And maybe better days were not meant for you to use here
But somewhere else
Some place better
A better day
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