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Carving paths through the air

Worms that burrow though the sky

Clouds curve around my bones

Form my body form my skin

And the rays of light, they no longer shine

Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair

A soft breeze turns to violence

Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air

Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there

Something in the mist is pricking me

With needles that I cannot see

There's an instance of insanity

Bound together by nothing but gravity

As I reach for the sun again

Sentimentality sinking in so deep

Oh I know

Describing every moral mellow fit

That my body creates

And fear itself is concerned with the uncertainty

The universe will crush you

And the rays of light, they no longer shine

Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair

A soft breeze turns to violence

Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air

Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there

Minor steps and gentle figure form behind the clouds

Wisdom take a hold of me and wake my mind somehow

My spine in segments and these hands are cut and scarred

I can feel this mourning hear

Rain

Oh my dear friend I ask of you this question

Do you need solitude to clear your mind?