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Bursting Bubbles
Lost and not searching
Hungry yet malnourishing
Who am i again?
A familiar landscape
Seems there is no escape
Unacknowledged of fate
Who am i? Again
The faulted loyal
Life in it's toil
Spit at the royals
Empowered by my sin
There i am, within
The mixture between
Light cast at nothing
Down trodden succeeds
A name lost in the wind
A stifled outrage
On your knees when you beg my pardon
Quake of the cage
Fragile and softened
Calloused and hardened
I cannot deem what it is i am
Struggling with struggle
Barely a man
In a lonesome kingdom
Built with sand
Against the grain
Well I'll be damned
Intentionally escaping
Losing self to avoid answer
Malignant human
Living cancer
Neck romancer
A precious kiss
Against such softened lips
As my hands run down the skin
A taste of venom
Dialated eyes
Until i no longer get you high
Patterns hide no surprise
Rend them uncompromised
Devour the Sun
Before each day is done
For if there's only one
It blinds my vision
Sharpened bravado
Masquerades the hollow
The lost will surely follow
Accidental precision
What have i become?
I am the setting Sun
Head bowed as i have done
Dismissed to listen
And in such rarity
Epiphany in clarity
I must continue to take care of me
Beyond lost cause
Living in pause
Conclusion unfounded and lost
What will i become?
Hungry yet malnourishing
Who am i again?
A familiar landscape
Seems there is no escape
Unacknowledged of fate
Who am i? Again
The faulted loyal
Life in it's toil
Spit at the royals
Empowered by my sin
There i am, within
The mixture between
Light cast at nothing
Down trodden succeeds
A name lost in the wind
A stifled outrage
On your knees when you beg my pardon
Quake of the cage
Fragile and softened
Calloused and hardened
I cannot deem what it is i am
Struggling with struggle
Barely a man
In a lonesome kingdom
Built with sand
Against the grain
Well I'll be damned
Intentionally escaping
Losing self to avoid answer
Malignant human
Living cancer
Neck romancer
A precious kiss
Against such softened lips
As my hands run down the skin
A taste of venom
Dialated eyes
Until i no longer get you high
Patterns hide no surprise
Rend them uncompromised
Devour the Sun
Before each day is done
For if there's only one
It blinds my vision
Sharpened bravado
Masquerades the hollow
The lost will surely follow
Accidental precision
What have i become?
I am the setting Sun
Head bowed as i have done
Dismissed to listen
And in such rarity
Epiphany in clarity
I must continue to take care of me
Beyond lost cause
Living in pause
Conclusion unfounded and lost
What will i become?
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