Unacknowledged Self-Destruction

Unacknowledged Self-Destruction

There's always an option/ a place to go/it may not be home but it's all I know There's a bed that's soft/with lights to pretend/that life is good/without amends

Good days, bad days, life without dreams/yet always there are times of screams

Where do you go/when it's not a dream/when reality bursts open the seams

And doubt creeps in to abolish all things/where is the option when all is gone

How do you crawl to the top/from within mud so deep

And how do you salvage what isn't there/ how can you leave the precious and fair

Will you destroy even the priceless/without a care/or will you take what's even there

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