Fleeting

Well
You gave it your best
You tried to impress
An ocean of ears
And yet your voice drowns
The ones you can't hear

You feel all alone
When room becomes home
You start to obey, The words you can't say
It grows on it's own

To feed from your flesh
A rot you regret
The more you decay
Your senses vacate
You're a walking threat

To whom you don't know
The bleeding is slow
The thoughts you retained erased from your brain

Well
You gave it your best
You tried to impress
An ocean of ears
And yet your voice drowns
The ones you can't hear



Credits
Writer(s): China Omenai
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