So much noise that I can't take it
Anymore
So much noise that I can't make it
Anymore
But I still hope that we can hope to cope with this situation
The woman who tightroped across the chasm with caution
Her enemies stationed with patience
To break her, to take her, to make her ache
But not anymore
When the sun crashes between the cracks of your misery
It will burn your insides to ashes
And it will make colossal damage that you can't even imagine
And it will make so much noise that it will shatter you two too
The man who tightroped across the sea will break you
So much noise that you can't take it
Anymore
So much noise that you can't make it
Anymore
And you yourselves won't be able to hope to cope with the situation
Of your end
Did you get the message he sent?
When the sun crashes between the cracks of your misery
It will burn your insides to ashes
And it will make colossal damage that you can't even imagine
And it will make so much noise that it will shatter you two too
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCollapsing under the weight of my winged words I see my soul tripping over alter-egos