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evil's twin
i am a fool
undone by the knot
fated to be
the thing i cannot
the mountain grows eyes
the mouth it spawns, laughs
the sky, spinning black
the earth, is a trap.
my mind is all cracked
I'm mad at myself
i never get better
my future is spelled....
i am a planet
that cant sustain life
the habitable zone
watches my plight
this hydrogen won't stick!
the oxygen seizes
"just give me a second!"
but it falls to pieces
the gaze of the star
grows weary and turns
"you cannot know
what you cannot learn.."
like a child with broken
toys in a heap
the light of the world
turns it's gaze from me
put back in the cold
the distance and quiet
the vacuum hums
restless and silent
i let us all down
just like all the others
no one can hear you
and nobody bothers
the devil is here
i can feel his breath
on my cheek
against my neck
he never says a word
he just likes to watch
he reminds me of me
on the inside a lot
we're not so different
as i sometimes think
we both make whats good
twisted and kinked
we dont want to live
but still we subsist
stare at a future
of an abyss
we both made our bed
when we were young
i wonder if he regrets it
i do, so he must
i have no sympathy
for me or for him
ill see you soon
my evil twin.
undone by the knot
fated to be
the thing i cannot
the mountain grows eyes
the mouth it spawns, laughs
the sky, spinning black
the earth, is a trap.
my mind is all cracked
I'm mad at myself
i never get better
my future is spelled....
i am a planet
that cant sustain life
the habitable zone
watches my plight
this hydrogen won't stick!
the oxygen seizes
"just give me a second!"
but it falls to pieces
the gaze of the star
grows weary and turns
"you cannot know
what you cannot learn.."
like a child with broken
toys in a heap
the light of the world
turns it's gaze from me
put back in the cold
the distance and quiet
the vacuum hums
restless and silent
i let us all down
just like all the others
no one can hear you
and nobody bothers
the devil is here
i can feel his breath
on my cheek
against my neck
he never says a word
he just likes to watch
he reminds me of me
on the inside a lot
we're not so different
as i sometimes think
we both make whats good
twisted and kinked
we dont want to live
but still we subsist
stare at a future
of an abyss
we both made our bed
when we were young
i wonder if he regrets it
i do, so he must
i have no sympathy
for me or for him
ill see you soon
my evil twin.
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