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I swear you don't even exist,
You're just the glitter of a corrupted mind... Two eyes of silence still hiding in the mist, Which rarely blink pretending they stopped time. I've seen their crimson hunger, exposed into the dark... A shiver of the eyelash - a token of remorse And then the coldness rushed to freeze the heathen heart Along with it a smile, as saying: dear, of course I've played along to smother the reasons of their greed So innocent, unknowing, so natural for some But peeking through the mist and feeding how they feed, I lost control of me...and soon the "I" was gone No more convulsive torments inflicted by the mind, Only a burning freedom engulfed within a thrill That plain and simple logic was unable to find Each time those eyes said feel instead of saying kill. No more emerging needs, disrupted by my crime As you lay down your breath upon this hollow shelf, Just an occuring thought slicing the wrists of time Leaving it here to bleed and rott upon myself. So many times your silence spoke louder than my will, With overwhelming proof dismantling my plans, Leaving me there unconscious and unable to peel The rules of my own making from your deceiving trends. And though the magic world - the world of your design Is beautifully carved into this heathen soul, I am still watching here... the living from behind Hoping that one of them will hear my silent call. Perhaps all of your ends were merely Scatterd beginings on my path, I'm sorry but I lied sincerely When I claimed I have lost my wrath. I've faced your death so many times before, What glorious redemption I thought of it be Posing so proud and silly yet I was unaware That your own resurection was slowly killing me. I swear you don't even exist, Sometimes the table turns as if it were a wheel Myabe you're just the cinder of everything I missed Maybe you're just a warning that's telling me "I feel"
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