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

Guess what, 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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