| Simple meanings drawn from silence. |
| Towards the edge of Sorrow’s open arms
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| Love, a frozen flame. |
| These words will be my undoing. |
| Trust, and with it came a
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| promise of loss
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| Selfish urges bind together flesh and hope to pierce and weather.
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| I think of you, I see your tears and anger. |
| The freezing silence crashing down
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| in bitter waves
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| Flesh fades away and I fear I’ll find these words will be my undoing.
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| Love, a frozen flame. |
| these words will be my undoing. |
| Truth, and with it came
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| a promise of loss
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| The sum of virtue is rot
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| Frozen, I have become porous, depraved, something born without a shadow.
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| Fragments and memories, collapse into myself, feel these urges all dissolving.
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| void that ingests our hopes reigns within these veins. |
| Compulsion and
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| confinement. |
| Are these our final words? |
| Labyrinthine exchange. |
| Condemnation is
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| the truest human form…
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| Tragedy borne of human madness. |
| Withdraw from the world and its lack of meaning.
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| ripping it all down, this massive fucking tomb. |
| Ravaged skies rain tears of
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| nothing. |
| I’m telling myself that there is only temporary grace and nothing is
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| sacred. |
| I tire of this journey, loathe its pretensions. |
| Wasted hours carved in
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| flesh. |
| Remember my name for the hate that it brings. |
| Discard the rest
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| Into the night, we were cast without a sound. |
| to the darkness, where words are
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| never found. |
| Take my hand and be warm against my side. |
| To the gallows where
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| death will make things right |