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Our Lives Are Not Comparable
While you hear innocent joking
and light, listless laughter
I hear haunting, dark echoes
That slither in after.
You see smiling and dancing
And singing along
I see a fool trying to drown out
His pain with a song.
You see a nice kind of person
You might like to befriend
But you're missing the voices
Counting down to his end.
But you probably can't sense
What you don't know to look for
And behind his pretense
Truth be told, there's a lot more
That's grating and grinding
And gouging him deep
Like the twisted delusions
That wait in his sleep
The demonic desires
And the tolling they take
From the burnt out believer
That's left in their wake.
- Lo Ruhamah
