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The tears have rusted my soul
I am fighting to stay afloat
The pressure of being
Has gotten to be far to heavy
I slip further from peace
Into a continuous state of nothing
Where I end up is anyone’s guess
What darkness lays at rest for me
What demons I still have to outrun
A slow decent until I am unrecognizable
An empty vessel of what I once was
To think it all started with a tear
Sacred Venus 