Ebony tainted layers to copious to shed,
Rotating round the poises, falling down
Afraid to stand still, cannot breathe
Crashing waves, blinding light, buried underneath
Reaching for phantom spaces, ghosts of the living
All the simplicity gone, dead end roads, rotting roots
Plunging into nothingness, better silent
Unobtainable solid impenetrable
Shhh, it will be alright, a new heart of clay
Molded fired, now hard as stone
An illusion of what one wants to reveal
Propaganda spewed from the lips of a hero
Calm on the exterior but crumbling inside
Reflection is cracked glues not hiding imperfection
Drowning in dirt struggling to be free
Slip the memory on hold it tight
Deep within imagination hands entwined
Brushed against tear drenched lips
Storms deceiving fragments so close
Drift away conceal it all hiding in plan sight
Wear the smile the world wants
So the easy to just become invisible
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