this lone dedication has grown through inflation
my zone needs updating, simply known to beat Satan
keep pace, i need patient, breathing laced in each matrix
degrees placed in East stations until kings inaugurated
they sing of my placement, unrelinquished in these ages
please, they beg save us, but i screen screams and toss favors
plots they seem tasteless, i brace myself and let energy drain
again and again, til the false security and insanity ends
i plan to begin, to renew until tragedy ends
its sad to see friends, always traveling faster than them
its that or the end, enemy to each friend
each bend in the road may seem to reach sin
dispense with the martyr talk, they dont die...all martyrs walk
they dont lie, in fire they fry..until all martyrs talk
im scarred in walks, in large to metal bars and stalks
too smart to start and maybe too wet to spark
collecting darts is old-fashion, in chasms i sense disaster
plaster my name in each pyramid while the angels gather...
Isolation brings a false sense of empowerment. These walls have infused my soul with steroids, but the effects cannot be maintained. You believe that in your absence the bonds of love seem stretched and marred by the three directions of time. In your absence I must create a place of internal being that is strong enough to fight the loneliness and beguile the wicked stench of your leaving. I miss you. Missing you is more than selfishly wanting to be near you or listen to the melodies of your voice. Missing you in so many ways is simply missing myself. When your soul is not readily accessible, I grow stronger. I grow so strong that i don't need to feel a loving embrace. I am so strong that life draws no meaning and death is merely a moment to laugh and remember nothing. I am so strong that darkness becomes friendly and daylight is just a shortcoming of midnight. In your absence I pull the weight of the world on my shoulders and try to balance it by mere strength of will and no longer a sense of purpose. Missing you strengthens me to the point that I become an isolated island, distanced from mankind and only strong for my shadow.
In your presence, my soul weakens and accepts your embrace....
my zone needs updating, simply known to beat Satan
keep pace, i need patient, breathing laced in each matrix
degrees placed in East stations until kings inaugurated
they sing of my placement, unrelinquished in these ages
please, they beg save us, but i screen screams and toss favors
plots they seem tasteless, i brace myself and let energy drain
again and again, til the false security and insanity ends
i plan to begin, to renew until tragedy ends
its sad to see friends, always traveling faster than them
its that or the end, enemy to each friend
each bend in the road may seem to reach sin
dispense with the martyr talk, they dont die...all martyrs walk
they dont lie, in fire they fry..until all martyrs talk
im scarred in walks, in large to metal bars and stalks
too smart to start and maybe too wet to spark
collecting darts is old-fashion, in chasms i sense disaster
plaster my name in each pyramid while the angels gather...
Isolation brings a false sense of empowerment. These walls have infused my soul with steroids, but the effects cannot be maintained. You believe that in your absence the bonds of love seem stretched and marred by the three directions of time. In your absence I must create a place of internal being that is strong enough to fight the loneliness and beguile the wicked stench of your leaving. I miss you. Missing you is more than selfishly wanting to be near you or listen to the melodies of your voice. Missing you in so many ways is simply missing myself. When your soul is not readily accessible, I grow stronger. I grow so strong that i don't need to feel a loving embrace. I am so strong that life draws no meaning and death is merely a moment to laugh and remember nothing. I am so strong that darkness becomes friendly and daylight is just a shortcoming of midnight. In your absence I pull the weight of the world on my shoulders and try to balance it by mere strength of will and no longer a sense of purpose. Missing you strengthens me to the point that I become an isolated island, distanced from mankind and only strong for my shadow.
In your presence, my soul weakens and accepts your embrace....
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