Suffocating
No oxygen left in this room
I feel the walls closing deeper into my tomb
This place of refreshment will leave in the June’s breeze
Imaginary clocks ticking down with ease
What is the end result of timing?
When we get to where we were meant to go will we know that we’ve made it?
Traveling unpaved rooftops
Looking for a strip of sanctity
Non left for us to drill out of our earth
Spinning forever in circles
Giving life its purpose
Recycling energy
Folding itself over into new
Regurgitating the bile that has been soaking inside
Look into the lines of our enemy
What do you see on their side?
Do they operate the same way we do?
Do we suffer similar vices?
Are we both simply equal matches
Are we meant to relish in each other’s greatness?
Or are we destined to fall like the rest?
The stars speak in blurry vibration
One my feel
We aren’t entirely alone here
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