If only the things we see are of inner beauty first, then outer next, quote my brother Fate.
Intersections in real time. The unbroken circle in dimensions of the mind
The tie that binds the eternal time that defines the vanity of my insanity in due time, will shine.
Like the night seas under the moon. The haunted corners of familiar rooms.
Yet i'm consumed, we're vanishing into thin air.
The realization that this shit is my dignity to bare.
So where did I think I could run away to see, the people that decided to leave without asking me.
But we decide to wait for happier tomorrows, and find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows.
For my distractions the books of paper that i scrawl in.
I'm eloquent in summer breeze and leaves that has just fallen.
I crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end.
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the lack of variation.
I who have nothing but chains and suffocation.
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins.
And I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends.
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If only the things we see are of inner beauty first, then outer next, quote my brother Fate.
