It's Over
Roads to doors with couches of stone floors.
The flashing telee campfire blazes to a comparison of ghost crazes.
Flickering refugees under slow tide, clinging on edges inside our mind.
Yet, we stay and escape the horror of today.
Pixel rays of hope, struggling to cope with old age, the newest rage..
At the Heavenly gates a endless battle awaits.
On this comfortable island, holding your own hand.
This tribal beat brings superhuman heat lasting until the sky evaporates while beastly
flames concentrate.
A demon rises from the ashes riding a rocket that crashes through the tomorrow tunnel.
Now,Know that these are the ways which search the maze, like a sunset at dawn on the lawn
of a grave. Everyone gave.
Those changes begin making reality hard to live or to give.
So,
Go,
Discover a lover or significant other, yet, until you suffer with another.
It's Over.
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