
I threw myself at the bottom
the well was wide and cold
My worries thought I forget them
but they are the only thing I could hold
A mist so disturbing because it felt of existence
the sense that what could be right isn't
so I grabbed onto those Godless reigns
hoping to find the worst
with a need flowing through my veins
I left the comforts of earth
Where I traveled I cannot say
most is lost to the voids of unconsciousness
but where I was I would love to stay
where wanting more meant less
where I was soaked in illusion
where what could be lost was gained
amid such needed confusion
I remembered my name
About the Creator
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