Sheets

If you’re a menace does that make me divine?

The eagerness for pleasantness

Takes all the hundred doubts

reality and perception taking their turns

Jabbing at us, left and right

I signify the failed words

Of apostles to apostles

Breaking these mirrors full of twisted souls

So help me now, I am lost in space

A constant battle of aching bones

I am disguised and watching from afar

I stand just to fall, we stand just to fall

So help me now, when we feel like we can’t go on

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