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Dec 2015
there's something out there
in the air that isn't ours
we can drive ourselves mad
reason about it for hours

you cannot see the evil
more transparent than glass
and you wonder about questions
questions that were never asked

but it wasn't meant to be
that's how the story goes
you can dream about it
but nobody really knows

dust will consume the fire
water will cut the stone
dark shall swallow the light
and rust will eat the bones

it's just something in the air
withering everything in its path
you can see it everywhere
no-one is ever meant to last

a skeleton shall dance naked
wearing his skin bare
rejoicing a mother's burial
with children those don't care

all there is and will be
shall be left behind in a while
there is something in the air
that is rotten and vile

there's something in the air
it is out there as I speak
and nothing can save you
if you do not stop to breathe

**stop breathing
Written by
aviisevil  23/M/india
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