Holes, holes all over the place
Why is the world filled with this nonsensical stuff?
They’re in the atmosphere, the walls and the floors,
Black holes waiting to be filled with divergent melancholy
This dark black hole will consume you alive
We all have a hole to gratify, to ascend out of the darkness
The comprehension that the tangible will never fill the abyss
This hole in my heart, my soul, and my head
Why won’t the monsters scurry to their dwellings?
The pills they declare will chase them away
Green ones, blue ones, orange and white
A transient fix I know to be true
We need to ascend from the bleakness where the monsters consume
And the bloodsuckers suck the existence from our core
We’re restless in our inner self
We have to fill our own cracks and holes
To take possession of them in our own isolation
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