Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all
Dried out memories fragmented Do you still remember the chain of events? Reaching a point where you stand on a road in solitude laughing at the universe
We tear apart the foundation we were given Since our nature allows the questioning of what we are Our torment given as a gift to use for whatever purpose
Flee Spitted upon Burnt nerve-sensors Bending up the floating Heavy cloths of strangled brains The destroyer reviving the agony of giving birth brought
Overlooking the fall towards the abyss Wondering in which breath I choose to fall Reaching my end? When the mandrake speaks its last words I will seize
When tears of wrath turn to strength again the words burn holes in the prison walls and black rays of light pierce through Substantiate themselves to
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As I talk without reaching through Exist in a sea of mumbling fools Interact without giving of myself Ghostlike wandering through dead cities Walking
The images sprung from the blade of my kingdom and with it a burning Ring gave its way onto the night dying like sterile souls of unborn creations White
