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Aug 2016
Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep.
Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep.

You remain captive inside a tomb.
A shell bearing the heart and soul.
Hollow, worn, and growing weak.
Everyday we're growing weak as;

Pale eyes carry light from within.

We can't exit life as it is.
Frail bones cracked, digging in.
Breathing life into disease again.

Swiftly it die, everything crumbles; a landslide.
Panic of the mind, all feeling subside.
Evils unseen, flooding lives; fear clings, death sings.
Begging on our knees for one moment of peace.

Why can't I feel this?
Why is this consuming me?
Why can’t I feel this?
What is this haunting me?
We're all trying to feel something more than this.
We're all dying to feel more human than this.

A wretched world spins 'round,
The spark of life is crushed inside our chests.

Defenseless to the grips of time.
So rest, and drift cured eternally.

Rest.

You'll remain captive inside a tomb

Pale eyes carry light from within.
Smother life inside our chest.

Weep.
Weep.
Weep.
Weep.
Jake
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Jake  Colorado
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