An Unfortunate, Sweltering Demotion
the land of make believe sounds awfully good right now
i think i will become a cocoon within a cocoon somehow
the water will fill my lungs and i will wave somber goodbye
i will drown knowing that i gave it a real good try
now the dark clouds overtake me and saps me of my strength
the demon leeches suck the blood of my body's whole at every width and length
i consider myself a martyr for the foundation and the root of our love
though in natural reality i am but a speck of dirt in the palm of the devil's glove
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