Pit
By Ben Withington
Four foot hall of endless doors
Falling downward through the floors
My blurry vision
Screwed up my fission
With life

I'm exhausted
My legs are weary
I've lost the will
To run

Chorus- I've sunk down with the fools
I can't escape with mortal tools
I'm swimming harder than I can breathe
I'm gonna give you a reason to believe

The crytal faded
My soul was jaded
The ink blots grew
And the strangers knew
My ugly shattered thoughts

I'm crawling still
On my broken will
But its undying law
Still remembers what I saw
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