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Rising form the dead

 
 
 
Once again. covered in blood and ash,  
through the smoke and useless trash  
I come crawling back to you.  
The fabric of my little world never lasts.  
No matter how sweet the sleep  
I abandon it all as I hear you weep.  
And I heard it still, through my cowardice,  
drugged and powerless...  
incomplete in the wold of the beast.  
 
Despite the ways of my abuse,  
I find you still standing, tall and evergreen  
Welcoming my frozen gene.  
I put my head down in shame, as time is lost  
and I'm to blame  
He's there with you, the angel of death  
Waiting to harvest our last breath.  
But there is still a chance  
to escape the trance.  
 
I played charades with ropes and knots  
Flowed silently with poisoned plots  
Tried fitting it with fools and tools  
But the truth is, I rather return the natural rules  
Than live in this festering corpse we made  
I rather play than become played  
I'm sick of the contrast, and the black and white squares  
so I call upon you, and I return to you  
The climb ahead is tall, and I might still fall.  
But I'll try and try, till my last breath.  
Its all I have to give

in this world of living death.
 
 
  
 
Written by TheVoidSpeaks (Void)
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