Emotional Fatality

Hide beneath the painted sky
Wish upon the holy star
When all your thoughts and dreams
Have drifted off too far

 

Our souls begin to awaken
At the slightest touch
Whether warm or numb
You're in passion's clutch

 

Smog rises into the night
Creating a shell over our minds
Immortality never seemed so bad
Death is now whom I beg to find

 

Dreams are merely nightmares
Nightmares of our own reality
It consumes our every being
Conjuring emotional fatality

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