Thick black smoke is what fills your air
Monsters that terrorize, apparitions that scare
You see anguish and remorse and all the while hurt
As the blood red pain makes a stain on your shirt
The stains may go, but the scars remain
Blurring the line between crazy and sane
Death seems appealing, conformist almost
All balance is lost, burnt bread and toast
A yellow umbrella in a sea of black
The burden is heavy and weakens your back
You lose the will to cling onto hope
Find more use in that dirty old rope
It’s when even the glass that reveals your eyes
Lets you see yourself, but can’t help despise
It’s the end of the world, and you know it.
You sit in splendour and the birds are tweeting
Your mind is quiet but thoughts repeating
Hate and despair, pathos and waste
The least I did was have my taste
Now let me go, enough of this ride
Plummet to depths of suicide
But time drags slowly and so do cigars
Eternity fills just a couple of hours
And once that bloody smoke blows clear
Solace and comfort is found in fear
Imagination manages to keep you alone
Exquisite notes exist in monotone
The world is filled with graves, my friend
In spite of the fact that you know it will end
When the point of futility stares at your face
“Embrace and endure. Endure and embrace.”
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