Between the Lines

Taste the sulphur in the air
Always such a burning affair 
Killing us all blinding everyday
Every soul here is internally 

More and more shop up each day
Enjoying the fell of the morning heatwaves

There is no way out from this wondrous place
Oh how I love the feel of my melting face

Hear is where I will remain 
Enjoing what's left before I go insane 
Life is pointless without an arrow to point to a path
Leaving this would be sweet but I love the feel of walking through the ash
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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