There’s a gaping canyon, a chasm Carved by the stream of ache The pit runs far and wide Here stands a man, who is empty inside (How far is it to the bottom?) A memoir of despair retells the story etched in the mineral and stone And with each granite layer, lies another chapter of sorrow and woe It all erodes A vast expansion of erosion Life’s weathering has hardened his shell How far is it to the bottom? The refrain echoes through the chasm How far is it to the bottom? Falling apart in the twists of crippling pain Staring ghastly into the open wound A dark, endless void A tear in the canvas Stitched into the earth Imprisoned, untethered, yet anchored to the ground Cracks splinter The surface reflecting The fractures The fragments of the heart How far is it to the bottom? The refrain echoes through the chasm How far is it to the bottom? Falling apart in the twists of crippling pain Crowds come from afar to see Proof of this tragedy in awe they mutter “this is perfection” in awe they mutter “this is perfection”
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