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Something troubled has been haunting these neurological pathways
I'm just not the same
with my phantom wings I embraced the cove
Through my architectural domain
I always knew the heights
where I catch the memories in the new horizon
awaken the flame where the sun melts the numbing agents back into pain
in the wake of nocturnal rays burning everything alive
within the reach of solar soaking in ideas and dreams
I call it home
found my place lost in the eye of the storm
hidden in the eye of every source
that shattered matter into oblivion
left a perfect picture in the limitless grains of timeless sands
while it washed away in the tide of the sea of forever felt ,
the birth of the new season at the coliseum of his mastery
unsure if the sun will rise again...
...the torture is laughing at the nerve in the brain
and it’s what I like
they’re in the walls again
the shadow caught a mind of its own in the night
leading myself back to a dark place
I can see a dying breath incarcerated when I’m alone
I think I’m already dead
I can feel it follow harboring death,
fled trying to escape from something in the air
that something like it never became self aware
sheds feelings of pain into my spirit when I feel its there
the hopeless drowning in more tears
more than the ocean could ever prepare
the justice isn’t there
loosing contact with karma
it became clear
I’m loosing my head
I need a way out of here
while they’re creeping over my shoulder
breathing down my neck
the chills of screaming comes from a reflection
and what I created was an enemy of energy
manifesting my memory
that is stuck in another realm awaiting something to set it free
that could only hurt me now
as time passes as it watches you sleep mindlessly
corrupting the mind of my every dream
a tragedy left behind
I’m in tune putting static in your cells
when it’s right there in the writing it held
in blood soaked letters on every room to fit the message
like a blank page
“I can’t control what I contain”
and last word drips and I thought it was all too late
stares through you with dead eyes
stares through your soul
you can feel it starting to show you the best part of the end of your life ....
look around there’s nothing but a closed room
and only you can fight for you
there’s no way out
must like the wounds