The 2 A.M Writer

Out Of The Lake

Cobwebs heavy in this rusted box

Prying open with broken keys and warped locks

Forcefully bust myself open and release the snakes

I gave you apple and yet it\'s poison

I suppose it\'s fair to let you pry and break

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I gave you access to the sea

Watch it lay still and dead

All the fish floating in a half dead state

Fearing the lightning in sunny evenings

Wake me when it all happens

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Why did you start a whirlpool?

This was my content bubble

And you\'ve burned it

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The damned paradise now sitting in flames

Venture on into the forest

Without my cocoon, I walk into the winter

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