The rain will come one day
To wash away the decay from my heart
Needing to break out of my chest
It claws, ripping and tearing through
Needing light, sight
Insight which manifests from my minds sight
Transforming
Energy evolved
Spreading away and thin fading into darkness
Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams
Desire not which thy seeks
But to desire that which thy reaps
Heart tires of weeping, tires from pain
Heavy and sinking that which I built to keep afloat
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