If there was a mask,
Under which you could hide,
From the world and all it's pain,
How often would you go inside?
If there were a house,
Inside which you were safe,
From everything but loneliness,
Is it really that great of a place?
I think that soon
You'll see it like me,
You'd be trading your life,
Your life for more misery.
A fortress of pain,
A castle of rot,
One that won't go away,
Whether you're dying or not.
If you could build a wall,
One taller than the world,
You could trap us all outside,
But we'd still know, you're all alone.
In a fortress of pain,
A castle of rot,
One that won't go away,
Whether you're dying or not.
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Submission Name: You May Be King...
