Desaturation
In my dreams... I feel whole. In my dreams, I feel the fragments start to mend A fleeting state where all the shadows end But the moment I wake, I’m chasing the ghost Of a singular bliss that I need the most! What is this poison? This Desaturation? The world is a ghost, a failed creation! Do you see me? Am I even real? When I’m losing the grip on everything I feel! Yeah, it’s a silent weight, a hollow force How do I fight when I can’t find the source? I am every bit the broken, mindless fool…
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