End Of Time

Take me on a trip
And burn my lungs
I'm waiting for you to burn my mind
You heard me out, as I quietly sung
The discomfort of my imagination.
Love in my life will never last
That's not negativity, only reality
And the lustful lights are hidden beneath this grass
Where they fill his eyes made of black seas
So here I am now choking on these desperate speaking lies
... While its doing it's job and scorching my mind,
I sing the melody I sang ever sense birth
And scream the wanted feeling of self assurance...
I want to call it mine
I feel it's the end of time . 

by Hannah Mariotti
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