My Mind Outside In
I see, once again in this time of rhyme,a sacred place, of mine.
An eternity filled with pain,
dancing on the ground of fallen rain.
A piece of mind, insanity awaits you,
as the days gone by will kill and hate you.
As the new day falls from night to day,
it will great you as love gone astray.
While in the end you come around,
dont look, or see the falling sound.
The days of past are dreams,
as you wake, your own king.
Smashing in the new days sun,
exiting the turmoils of the un-known one.
Entering the new days rays,
exiting the existance of the fallen plays.
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