Between the Lines
Taste the sulphur in the air
Always such a burning affair
Killing us all blinding everyday
Every soul here is internally
More and more shop up each day
Enjoying the fell of the morning heatwaves
There is no way out from this wondrous place
Oh how I love the feel of my melting face
Hear is where I will remain
Enjoing what's left before I go insane
Life is pointless without an arrow to point to a path
Leaving this would be sweet but I love the feel of walking through the ash
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