moments i trust not even myself
my sanity is sheathed at those times
such a frightening place it travels
into an odious world it climbs
it cannot see this bed of roses
cause i lay on such a pallet here
can it go away exposing jewels
or does the husk know but to fear
it helps me long for that yesterday
it knew only immaculate peace
the abject cave was desperate for light
allowing me to find the release...
 
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