I am someone being no one,
A singular purpose of vision brought me here,
I have flayed away the surface,
Self-inflicted torture to leave myself behind,
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Here we are,
Back in the land of the living...
Grey and materialistic,
Unraveled by the depth of the dead,
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Built upon my broken back,
Upon a broken shore.
Stretching out beyond the sea,
And past the open door.
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Coming to an end,
A plunge into the darkness,
Death by blade or bullet.
Key hole wind, winding through my head
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I use a hand to kill myself,
I use a deadly tool,
I watch it move, I watch it work…
It seems like days and days,
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Frail little dead things...
Feet don't fail me now,
Crossed the line and folded flat,
slowly set to drown.
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Stuck inside a shell,
Transmutated memories of living in a waking hell...
I left you all behind,
Or maybe i got lost inside the forest,
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More bad news today…
Nothing more to say,
Nothing more to do but look for a clue…
How to cure such a sickness?
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What i sought to see and did not know,
Echos of betrayal framed in red and yellow afterglow.
Embers fall from crested waves of apocalypse,
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