Storm of Addiction
A dream will always end with some pieces scattered away;
Your feelings inside all mixed up trying to find a place to stay.
One mind isn't good enough for the two sides within;
A broken soul searching for their first admit to sin.
The realm you will see in the active stage of despair;
It is an ugly one taking you back to where you don't care.
When the time is near, you will face the demons evil reflection;
That's when your drowning alone inside the storm of addiction.
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