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One Eye Open
One eyed storm
Typically
Not formulary
Out of the norm
Cautious of the precautions,
Baby steps are taken
Faded by reality,
Hypocracy no longer livid,
Daily visions are fanatically vivid
Shiver of Atlantis
Rumor to the truth of this sour bliss
Darkness
Feverish warmth
Anxiety brings ecstacy
Till the will no longer comes
Tiresome of heavy lungs
Tied tongues
The cats got a grip
That never slips
For its razor sharp
To cut deep within
Friends..unison
Of this seasons hidden illusions
Fusion..friction
Fiction is what it may be
When the cats grip
Ate me...alive
Not trying to hide
Diminishing pride
My shell I start to shrink inside
Block of steel
So there's nothing to steal
As life in itself is the best thief
Grief..till no end..
If I could just pretend
But acting is not my specialty
Reality has taught
That the path will walk
With or without a participant
So why not sprint?
Throw something at me
And I shall not flinch
Gibberish is my typical language
Unless you talk my style
Brain grew with child
And forethought was born
I am worn
Not warrior..as once thought to be
Life has weakened my energy
The spark is the entity
But where is the key?
I am finished with me.....
Now on to what im meant to be
Typically
Not formulary
Out of the norm
Cautious of the precautions,
Baby steps are taken
Faded by reality,
Hypocracy no longer livid,
Daily visions are fanatically vivid
Shiver of Atlantis
Rumor to the truth of this sour bliss
Darkness
Feverish warmth
Anxiety brings ecstacy
Till the will no longer comes
Tiresome of heavy lungs
Tied tongues
The cats got a grip
That never slips
For its razor sharp
To cut deep within
Friends..unison
Of this seasons hidden illusions
Fusion..friction
Fiction is what it may be
When the cats grip
Ate me...alive
Not trying to hide
Diminishing pride
My shell I start to shrink inside
Block of steel
So there's nothing to steal
As life in itself is the best thief
Grief..till no end..
If I could just pretend
But acting is not my specialty
Reality has taught
That the path will walk
With or without a participant
So why not sprint?
Throw something at me
And I shall not flinch
Gibberish is my typical language
Unless you talk my style
Brain grew with child
And forethought was born
I am worn
Not warrior..as once thought to be
Life has weakened my energy
The spark is the entity
But where is the key?
I am finished with me.....
Now on to what im meant to be
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