Self-Made Grave Spinning a blanket of regret A pillow stuffed with lies A velvety soft box is all you get This is the true demise. A lie is so fragile Woven with deceit Intricate patterns and pathways to fill A lie so perfect it can't be beat. Soul-filled walls Tear-soaked sheets An endless fall The perfect leap. The wind will scream In your ear Ripping at your seams, But you don't hear. Close your eyes, Shut them tight. They're just the cries Of another night.
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