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D. O. S.

The air, this mist is getting thick
I feel as though breathing is no longer an option
I think that you should go

Feeling nothing
thought process on hold
with Godspeed
confusion on overload

Dry your eyes
look inside
find the reasons
sorrow and pride
in disaster
living torture
lay down our lives

No one will ever know the tempest that's inside
that face reflecting in the mirror
you know you cannot hide

Shallow depths are their perceptions, not mine
fight the unforgiven, it is right