Melancholy folly the sky is falling on me
Trails where rivers once traversed my earth
Now run me dry running rivers from my eyes for dirt
Discussions with my heart, hurt, driving me insane for worse
But pain will lip a lovers taste to take me in
Whip the intrigue for a moment's saint to sin
Dirty love mix tears with fears room for it to die
But harder to disguise beneath the level of the eyes
Where only the blind abide obliged to stay alive
Now voices of sanity embrace me but I despise
And I lose it trying to keep it from losing my mind
I'm barren as a dessert so nothing grows from this
And I'll never breathe again the air is just myth
~PsyqSol
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