Silence
I break into the waves.
The blades cut into the corners of a lost and forgotten world
Of tosses and turns I am so familiar with.
Adrift in this ruthless, cold darkness
That casts confusing shadows,
I always find shelter
In the mist
A silhouette of truth
I call perspective.
The blades cut into the corners of a lost and forgotten world
Of tosses and turns I am so familiar with.
Adrift in this ruthless, cold darkness
That casts confusing shadows,
I always find shelter
In the mist
A silhouette of truth
I call perspective.
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