Every time I fall down

Life all but escaping me

The tunnels are becoming darker and narrower

I close my twitching eyes

Inhale a fantasy

Where moonlight and magic make time for a traveler

This sacred space abound

With music surrounding me

Where genius sounds devour my sanity

If given space and time

My own soul would consume me

And maybe consume the outer depravity

But when it's all over

It's gone with the remedy

Back to the realm of hatred and anomie

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Written by Daniel José Soto