evanescence
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Evanescence
The essence of presence is lost in the resins
Lessons in life occured bound to the destined
Questioned the next in the line of the sought
Rott in the mind of the kind in a shot
Escape the reality
Human; my thoughts are lost in a void of too many voices
My soul’s deepest cry is clouded by a child’s tantrum
I am a mute in a world built upon thunderous noises
As a human, I’m slowly dispelling into oblivion
When I'm lost inside myself,
I turn to my friend Mrs. Lee.
With her words of breaking free,
Reaching beyond the darkness,
And not being alone in this hell.
She knows me all to well
