Enticing with such flagrant beauty and fragrant bouquet
I can stay in love with my sorrow with your veil
The emptiness will never be shown through the rush
The flooding of sensory exposure makes everything good
I don't even want to let it go when it feels so right
Stumbling in a maze of fog with rose colored glasses
You make the crumbling foundation of my life blissful
Nothing is worse than not feeling a thing
When the sun goes down and I wake up and your not around
It feels like you were never here, merely a shadow
All happiness seems hollow and heavy rain is falling
The sun only comes out to welcome the next disaster
If only I ever realized the disaster presence
But I simply sit in the corner tasting the wisps provided
With the penultimate calamity no end is in sight
But in the eleventh hour the horror is revealed
The rot has set in and salvation is merely a good intention
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