That Desolate Place

Ring,

ring,

in that desolation,

beat,

beat,

ring,

ring,

in that desolation,

I fish out a piece of glass,

shiny and fragile,

wrap it on the tip of a lone branch,

making it dangerous,

lethal in presentation,

break the walls!

pierce this skin!

make it bleed and burn,

begin again,

in that desolate place,

shake off the mistakes,

shake them free!

your true identity,

is…

in that desolate place.

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