Deeper and deeper we sink
into the lust of us.
Are we just living
or merely surviving?
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Past this perception we call reality.
Hold onto it,
then drift into imagination.
Tell me why the moon hits your face,
and reminds me of that place
of neither peace nor virtue, but
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Y and reality.
Letting me know that there’s
more to life than the bliss
of lonesome nights.
Walk in the direction of the unknown
for the earth is my home.
The trees whisper in my ear
they tell me, it’s so clear.
Birds from above
Shadow me, unloved.
The rocks bellow
they know it’s frigid.
The alcohol it numbs,
and that feeling it comes.
Don’t live in my head,
Can’t see that it’s dead.
Look to the sky, can’t say goodbye.
Tell yourself it’s okay
though you know you can’t stay.