That sweet pause between consciousness
Reality is to suffer
With isolated confidence
And a smile assuming comfort
The lack of trust is still within
Divine temples rise above
Pray for my passion to begin
Hoping for there to be love
Sleep away the constant problems
Residing all inside my mind
Holding me down at the bottom
The eyes of loved ones become blind
Trusted through yellow flowers petals.
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