My tears are a treasure I keep hidden in a safe
In the wreckage of my Ego
At the bottom of the ocean
Only to be retrieved,
Risking suffocation and the crushing depths,
By dodging through snares,
Navigating my hollow pride,
Swimming past my rusting vanity
And guessing the secret code to my chest
So that they can be robbed from me
For good or evil
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
My tears are a treasure I keep hidden in a safe
In the wreckage of my Ego
At the bottom of the ocean
Only to be retrieved,
Risking suffocation and the crushing depths,
By dodging through snares,
Navigating my hollow pride,
Swimming past my rusting vanity
And guessing the secret code to my chest
So that they can be robbed from me
For good or evil
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