I sink like a broken ship
The Waters are still but to high
For my short fame
Hunger is greeding
Knowking my stomach in twists
Place a bet
In the midst of the midnight
Carve a beauty in the blank sky
Whilst my hopes sun dry
Make a pleading wish to someone who listens
Not just for the sake for it
And the begging need you cannot fulfill yourself
On the seventh sky legs perched upon the ninth cloud
From the epetome
See the ants call around
Be careless be reckless
Gravity will support till the grave
Wher you will finally climb down the epetome of madness and just stay
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