All of those past events
The mountain climb, and the descent
They're scrolling past to lay my
Destruction.
And once I'd gone to the other side
Despite all that I had left behind
They've started hunting for my
Salvation.
And they're gone,
Yes they're gone,
While I'm torn
In the maze of my
Contortions.
And they're gone,
Yes they're gone,
While I'm tearing
The fabric of my
Illusions.
Written on July 22, 2020.
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