Further into this lucidic voyage, I witness despair.
The masses all wither from loneliness, such a dark and vicious snare.
Get to know yourself before the inevitable sweeps you like dust. If you can, then you must.
From dusk till' dawn negative thoughts aim to crush,
without a care they attempt to hinder until complete.
So bleak my words,
few will take heed.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Further into this lucidic voyage, I witness despair.
The masses all wither from loneliness, such a dark and vicious snare.
Get to know yourself before the inevitable sweeps you like dust. If you can, then you must.
From dusk till' dawn negative thoughts aim to crush,
without a care they attempt to hinder until complete.
So bleak my words,
few will take heed.
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