Saylater
AYLATER
Trapped in complacency
In sickness, a self-satisfaction
SADDNESS.
A driven inaction
In stubborn madness
A wish for her to see this life
From the inside
See what I see
The schism of the cut
The weight of the hilt
The blade of the knife
In balance we divide
Losing the me I used to be
In ruin of the kingdom I built.
A sinking ship
On a violent sea.
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