3.A Blank Page Empire
thoughts pass by like a river flow
must be hard to keep track
where you came from
I float down
stand right next to you
but something is causing a lull
in the traffic
an empire is moving the grass overgrown
I blow this whole world to pieces
to not be alone
this shovels been digging all day long
can even seem to make a scratch
in the surface
but what is the purpose
I l always be stopped by the why can I
why can I be you
and put those hands away
I go through this everyday
sounds like a radio tuned to white noise
softer slowly softer
can this thing go any faster
and for everyone to see
it only killing me
awake in this cold cell I
I just hope you e happy
awake in this cold cell
I break my body against the wall
awake in this cold cell
I am my only devil why can I be you
and put those hands away
I go through this everyday
I am my only devil
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