I find myself clouded by a euphoric veil
Reaching my lungs and filling them with restless lust
A never-ending tale
I sparkle like an angel's dust
I go to the supermarket only to find offers so extravagant to put my meat in shame
I better upgrade my inventory or my store will be clogged with fog
Inescapable blame, enough to set this world aflame
I take a cigarette, and shroud myself in smog
I see bodies, silhouettes in black surrounded by bright lights
They are so distorted that I only see the feeling of raping
I must suppress it, those thighs hidden from all sights
No, I must control myself by escaping
I take another cigarette. It calms my soul, but it accelerates my heart
I turn around to see that place again, but it is now closed
Perhaps it is for the better. I should find a new place to start
I see a faint figure far away in this fog. It is exposed
I reach out to it, to warn her of the dangers of this smoke
She doesn't talk back
I pull her with all my might out of the fog only to see a cloak
It turns around and everything goes pitch black
I wake up in a cell
Alone but surrounded by silhouettes
They speak to me in a language of sings reminiscing about that hotel
I have found success in my regrets
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
