Grim dawn beacons a fighting spirit
Will it into shape oh misery
I do not recall begging for sympathy
Chasing highs, emptying pockets in a whim
a crippled soul forfeits value so I stare at the receipt
recognize the night preys upon, another ghost takes notice
abnormal, an afterthought of dirty sheets, awake midday
the sickness rings true, the symptoms colossal the ivory of her eye
tooth for tooth it takes a shine that feeds a crave that is to die for
this walls cannot quarantine the misprision of resistance to magic
as long as one can smell the blood they will know it has been done
they remember the halls, the greatest heights forsaken
the seas are silent and that my friend is a foreshadow of death.
the grimoire taints the water and beacons us further into drowning
its concrete pull magnanimous, irresistible siren of vile triumph
matched ambitions and desires must be suspended by-a-bye
the exchange is torment, shift and careful, meticulous and pointless
the stuff of legends decays just as much as gold shines upon the apple of my eye
in other words, my empty stomach is perfectly numb, "here's a blade: dig deep"
my conscious accuses me of being a fool, my throat dried up long ago
the years crashed down darling, it has truly been a while to recoup this feelings
it dawns upon the lengthy breeze, carried a yawn through a storm, missed the point
my resentment was born from fear of letting go, caged my very soul on this chest
ripped away brutally and yet it repulses me so to see the crest depicting my vengeance
this rip cage is barren from vital signs
the flesh rotten and fed to the seagulls
Today I found the unpleasant suicide note I had concealed amid my shadows
It's steepened high hopes held no mercy as long as it is mine
'It is complicated' and suddenly the morning sun pulls me out of my slumber
and here we go hating indiscriminately again, I assumed everyone knew
to be replaced, step by step, limp by limp, from new to old
My glasses steam in earnest, cross my heart this déjà-vu walks vertically
leagues of vile scum, bane of the very earth for treacherous mateys
shit floats and that know-how zones me out
let it be known this words cannot amount to the poison
that festers my mental capacity.
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Foul mouthed, perhaps bad natured
The reset button is jammed, sound the alarm
What if it was simple? Chop down trees before they respawn
hey kid don't bite that apple, it shines golden and pure
must be worth a nickle, far more than the Devil bargained for my soul
maybe it makes sense, stretch the very heavens
diluted blood feels watery and soggy, timid and puff
no vampire would be happy, let us feed despair and fall apart
haven't slept in days, my nails are gone and unhappy
my knuckles are a thready bloody mess, glued to my sides in protest
what if it was simple, drop the dead weight before it cuts you open
shallow the stress before it can be devoid of sanity, what's left to do?
my particles miss the bedtime stories, my voice contained
my cage now unsealed but my breath grows weak
I fear the silence the most, it knows me inside out far too well
and so I must ramble, raving mad truly enchanting particles
they sing for you, word by word unaccounted and therefore true
unplanned, projected to last forever, doctor please I do not want no pills
your needles are a threat to my story, they soothe my agony
I bark at the Moon for company, it has been a while
it answers back and it feels somewhat like it will be alright
what terrors console in unison at midnight, ever so present
let it be certain they may never abandon you, a warmth that children
can depend on it, relay sympathy for orphans and murderers alike
they drew a fleeting bus stop, northwest and fast asleep
have stenciled the capacity to cry in the guise of apathy
sleep, dull and slow, steady and overwhelmingly serene
