Through the mirage lay frozen raindrops,
And cold sand.
Displayed from his need to quench a thirst undying,
He roamed the land.
And his exhibition of insanity,
Wasnt to be frowned upon.
So feeble attempting to purify the blowing foot steps,
For his own.
But it's only after the sand swirels,
And its particles moan,
That you can rub their silver silk sparkles,
From the top.
And say you were the only one who thought,
Time stopped.
Your apathy for his condition is a morning waking to the,
Sound of rain.
Its let down totals my esoteric satisfaction, Cant you see,
Hes in pain?
Couldnt like, shouldnt like moisture, the feeling bring it,
But its here.
Clouds are rolling backwards now, look to them, and listen too,
You might just hear.
But this time, the clouds I strangle, pull you aside,
And throttle your arm with bad news,
And this is a rhythm lost in the wind,
But Im gonna tell you anyways.
Dissapointed I am, and your organge mood,
Just burns me up.
This is the sectret to me.
Heres how to beat me.
If I give you just an hour.
Make me regret it.
Leave me one second.
Of breathing room.
One second I'll never forget it.
 
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