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Poisoned Vessel
It happens when I'm hypnotized,
I begin to create these sins.
I slowly see the evilness,
turn into a heap of grins.
Over and over I visualize
the cycles that will never end.
Until i can begin to pretend
that maybe i haven't lost myself within.
What happened didn't stop there,
as the man began to tear,
everything until I was bare.
In the reflection i had cringed,
to watch myself be burned,
although there was something
I had still silently learned.
That to fly away is quite the charm,
so I would release the
thoughts that may alarm.
The mind rushes as my eyes close,
It felt as if I had been chose.
My spirit arose from the bed below,
the poisoned vessel released my soul.
I begin to create these sins.
I slowly see the evilness,
turn into a heap of grins.
Over and over I visualize
the cycles that will never end.
Until i can begin to pretend
that maybe i haven't lost myself within.
What happened didn't stop there,
as the man began to tear,
everything until I was bare.
In the reflection i had cringed,
to watch myself be burned,
although there was something
I had still silently learned.
That to fly away is quite the charm,
so I would release the
thoughts that may alarm.
The mind rushes as my eyes close,
It felt as if I had been chose.
My spirit arose from the bed below,
the poisoned vessel released my soul.
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