I see myself in the bodies being carried out. I see myself in you when safety falls again. It broke something essential like nothing ever would. A promise to give, a promise to hold.
Our backs can never carry these atrocities around. So we focus on what's safely within reach to market our concerns. Inside this time and place, there is nothing more you can be to me.
Let no one be themselves. . Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
I will not play along, the things i find unfair. I will not mount defenses against unjust attacks. This land was never given we built this on our own.
A human force. Stronger than logic. Beyond the focus and the grander ideas. One microcosmos. In this wretched piece of hell. Distant memories. Of what empathy we felt.
You try to hide. The fact hidden from yourself. Your own favourite entertainer. Is none other than. The one we call you. And you need the others. To fortify your disgust.
Riddled by the trappings. Of words that makes the edges blur. Here on the outskirts. Of sincerity and pride. Stretched as far as words can reach. By the lure of higher meaning.
Make enemies of truth and reason. In that a rage is born. Start out a promise and a venture. Where direction was never the goal. . How does it feel. To run out of nothing.
Insufficient facts. Make up for a frail foundation. Breeding the obscene. For the opinion. Customized. Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels.
It's all this reeking ego craves. The sun to never set. Why do threads of anger never linger?. Why does the ember turn to stone?. To where the longing goes.
The unsaid tone of weak despair. Fail to resonate. Frayed end of our binding threads. Will disintegrate. By the laws our phiysique state. Failure to communicate.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear** us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.
It comes from all we're giving. In seemingly endless supply. As signals cross defiantly. Into this volatile mix we charge. And the stubborn mind repeats.
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I grant to you. No privilege of person. No sense of self. A denial of choice. It wants out. So from all the little bits and pieces. A simple case of lost and found.
There is a silent man in a tower. Mute in a blinded world. Yet words dance on virgin lips. Freezing the winds of blood. . Clad in layers of darkest velvet.
Seen through these dreamless eyes. Blind buildings startle the sky. Silhouettes as the dividing world. Guarding the eternal secret. Where is the flame towards you.
Dreamt up a new word today. With my ignorance I gave it meaning. Who was I to know. To say it is to know it. To hear it is to believe, is to believe. .
This is a ghost town. Alive with the echoes of failures fled. Lit up by shining faces. That parade these streets. What used to be. Of humility is gone.
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