Beneath the crystal shell
Uncomfortable sheets
Uncomfortable pillows
Speak of hell
The siege is over
The guard did waste
The flood is here
And you won’t be the surge
You are the clover between the waves
Take it all in
See how much you can take
I’m sure your ideal way will be to run away
But the cliffs become abyss
And the flood, becomes forget-me-not
Breath
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