CLARITY -- By Kharisma
A breath of fresh air enters the mind,
someone has been messing with the fine tuning knob,
Clarity is subjective.
And the stars will be painted red. Don't say I didn't warn you.
They move in packs like wild dogs hungry for destruction,
Devouring everyone in their path.
The shadows control what you see,
look deeper.
Face value means nothing.
Trust is deceiving.
Bygone eras hold the answers.
Look at neighboring hands.
There is power.
Look within yourself.
There is clarity,
look deeper.
A breath of fresh air enters the mind,
someone has been messing with the fine tuning knob,
Clarity is subjective.
And the stars will be painted red. Don't say I didn't warn you.
They move in packs like wild dogs hungry for destruction,
Devouring everyone in their path.
The shadows control what you see,
look deeper.
Face value means nothing.
Trust is deceiving.
Bygone eras hold the answers.
Look at neighboring hands.
There is power.
Look within yourself.
There is clarity,
look deeper.
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i wish i wrote more.. but im not good with words..