A dark grey haze covers every face,like slithering snakes it moves and curtains whatever remains.A beaten heart or a tired body,it wants to help.Moving fast it hides all sorrows,all pain.Inhale,no bliss this is but its a momentary rush.Exhale,it's all out at once rushing to save.
Nobody really understands.The twitch and itch,the damage,where's the gain?
The color disheartens.The odour discourages.There's not a moment when there isn't any destruction.What then,does it want to hide?how is it helping?
Plain hearted.Who don't understand.It goes deep within and frees you with its might.
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