"The Hour Of Ideas"

The ghost of all your lies
Haunts my dreams, fills the night
Holds me captive in this lonely cell
Alone, i twist in this hell
The hour of ideas
Will be the only thing that saves me
The stale cigarette smoke lingers in the air
Terror comes in pairs
The books i read tell me a story of tragedy
The hero dies but never finds infamy
Reality blends with the past
And i plunge into the shadow it casts
The big picture laughs so loud
Of my head it wont get out
The hour of ideas
Will be the only thing that can save me
The words will come bleeding
And the pain will slowly be retreating
The lonesome screams i project
Get caught in the neck
The awakening soon will come
And breathe happiness, and ill stand up
That beautiful moment comes and leaves me empty
The darkness swallows this room, devours me
Foolish thoughts and sinful beginnings but no answers
Just rewriting pointless chapters
The hour of ideas
Will be the only thing that can save me
 
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