People may think
you don't know where nowhere is.
Shortly after you go,
you will find there is nowhere to go.
You will wonder into your fate,
counting sheep as you pass
the ugly sores inside your head.
Reeking havoc upon our short-lived lives,
the tears of the savage beast
would like to enter void.
When I’m sleep are you awake?
Sneak away into the fake life
if that’s what you choose.
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