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We ache to be transparent
We run from the "open" arms;
The facade of something greater than ourselves
And we're left to coexist with infestation

Our history is cursed
Through the past, present, and future
If they're created in his image

Immerse yourself in the water that flows freely from my hands. You’ll find no substance, just the rain that we use to simply bathe and disregard. I bless my arteries with blades, and I welcome the sight of the back of my eyelids. In our most peaceful and remote state,
we’re allowed to choose what we want to feel. Mortality is the greatest gift given to the living, but a curse to those who feel that they’re truly alive. Sentenced to trespass, I should spin towards the north… but your gravity has left me alone and I’m left to roam as an
apparition. Abandoned, I am a phantom limb in search of a frame to spread my plague. If the light leaves you blind, just shut your eyes and embrace the undertow. Let the waves puncture your lungs. In my dreams we drown together. Everything goes black but I can see you
just fine. Condolences flourish and fall upon my feet and help pollinate the dirt that sits in the pit of your stomach. I need to shed the idea of a lasting impression. Make peace with my spirit breach. Everything goes black and I still see you in my dreams. Lower your
head to sleep and let me do the same. I’m confident that we will meet again, every time you wade in a body of water. I am the light that leaves you blind, but I watched you retreat and cover your eyes. In your rivers I reside. In dreams we drown together. Everything goes
black but you will see me just fine.

others may tell you how to live, but i can assure that your life is in your own hands. and you can mold it into any shape you want. though you must have faith while you're searching for the answers that we're all longing for. and we are left to salvage for our aspirations. be what you want to be, and leave the rest behind you. anyone can follow blindly, but it's up to you to rise above the masses, and chase your dreams, because they will soon become reality. you cannot lead us from our path, as we are weighed down by our ambitions. and all the force in the world cannot make us falter. we are all prophets in the making, and our legacies are beginning to unfold. i will not go to my grave yearning for what "could have" been." i know exactly who i am, and i know exactly what i will become.

I’ve never told this to anyone. I’ve just tried to move past.
But lately it seems that my insecurities have got the best of me.
And I’m no longer in control.
No one should ever have to feel like this.
To feel like me.
Even though the good I have outweighs the bad,
The bad is what’s leaving me with sleepless nights.

Everything we are today stems from the marrow of our back bone.
This is dedication at its finest,
And we owe everything that we have to you,
Our driving force,
Causing us to constantly better ourselves.

We are redefining the meaning of contentment.

All of our lives we’ve been told what to believe. “Nothing is perfect” so what’s the point of purpose? The line that separates the weak from us who truly care, is one I don’t intend to cross. The heart of man beats but only in greedy hands, and it seems that most are still content. Where most are comfortable accepting insignificance, we strive to find the effort within. If you open up your eyes, and open up your mind you we be exposed to a world as cold as those who are left to populate it. Two decades spent swallowing lie after lie has sparked a fire in my heart, and the time has come to spread the flame. We can’t continue wasting time, day after day trying to find a new means of escape. We do this day after day. And I can’t face the disconnect. I’ll shed the dead weight and rise. I never thought that I would need to justify a reason to continue in this life I lead. I fucking hate the world, I fucking hate myself. I fucking swore I’d never feel like this.

Your words grow cold and incoherent and I’m searching for a fever that could lift me to the border of dementia. My eyes are tired from surveying everything we used to share and I would sew them shut if I had any strength inside. I remember every promise, I’ve carved them
into my spine. I raise my hands to the sky and beg that this won’t go unnoticed. Though I know some fires are not meant to burn. We are bred to flicker and fade, not to retreat into the earth. Not to grow without remorse. We douse ourselves with the moisture that we’ve
drawn from the soil. We breed and unleash. We’re our own natural disaster. String me along like the thread that binds your ribcage. Tie my limbs to the anchor, and be sure that I’m left alone to sink. I will shine brighter than the sun. I will forever be your torch. Cast
me away and in time I will set fire to the fibres that connect us. My palms grow calloused from the cold. I need your touch to cauterize. Sustained by the flame of another, the embers begin to reignite. There’s a hole in the herd that will never be filled. The anguish
will fall through your fingers as mankind manifests itself through misfortune. I am alone, and the world carries on. I am alone. The world carries on and we don’t deserve a second thought.

I am more than familiar with feeling empty. The conduit; I allow myself to drain. My mind is the trench in which I will be buried. Watch me wither away. Put me out of my misery. I can only find solace in sleep, a sub-conscious sanctuary, I am longing to be set free. Yet I am the one who holds the key. I am the one who holds the key. A lifetime spent trying to place the blame on anyone or anything.
This is not who I am. I am not who I used to be. Set me free! x3

Expose me for all that I am
The man behind the masquerade
I am my own false witness
Fact resides solely in the depths of my mind

And will I ever really let it come to surface?
You only see what I want you to see
And you believe all that you’re told