Time, a stand still,

Like the aftermath of hurricanes,

I've fought the storms,

But the ghosts still haunts

What it's lost.

Escape,

 Escape is gone,

And Relief can't be reached. 

We've fallen in the sea,

To deep to breathe.

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Ghosts,

In vein the roam,

Searching,

Searching for that host,

To set them free, until oblivion. 

They're chained,

just waiting to break free,

Singing their haunting melodies,

Of what's been lost at sea. 

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On occasions, I breathe in,

A sweet ecstasy,

That takes me higher than I've ever been.

Makes me feel light,

like I'm floating through the days,

When pain can't hurt us again.

I can't seem to stand straight,

But it's alright,

In a world that's lost sight.

This drug of mine, is no drug at all,

but a lovely little pill called life.

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A last breathe is all it takes,

To escape this world,

And to be free.

Sell your soul,

It's alright,

He'll take you away,

To a happy place.

Where pain and hate don't stay,

And the good times never seem to end. 

Just sell you're soul to him,

And you'll find yourself trapped again.