Retreat from your subjectivity,
and see
Too far to feel some sensitivity,
from me

Always detached from all that could have been
This mind's unseen
Then wonder why there's now nothing left to feel
Your life is almost unreal

A thousand details; a million things
Their drowning beating like a million wings
Collective beauty, that pass you by
remains evasive as a dragonfly

So much silence to always hide behind
Such pride
Appears upright but lying on its side
This mind's unkind

Return voices, destroy this self-made cage,
if that's what's required for change.

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Inherant, ancient traces
Insight reveals two faces
A pair used in conjunction
A form that follows function

A swift, purging decision,
has shattered this cohesion
Neglect reveals the unseen
Mistrust is all you taught me

Inherant, ancient traces
Delight has scarred these faces
A tear precedes destruction
The form revise its function

A swift, precise incision,
has severed this cohesion
Neglect promotes the unclean
Disgust is all you left me

You won't ever know me
You look, but you just don't see

You just don't see.

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A perfect seed for perfect soil
I sometimes wonder what you thought you've coiled
Volunteered with hopes and fear
You almost steered away and clear

Devotional and premature,
you shared with me your own pipe dreams
Preconceived - false destinies
You must've known, I'm not what I seem

This strange, new fate has drained from you,
all you expect, all you can do
And finally this circle bent,
it twist and turned to meet its end

The perfect weed for this spoiling soil,
killing off its own mortal coil
A lucid move slashed off the feed
You must've known, I'm not a seed

You tore this need away from me,
and left a hole for all to see
Now I will steal what you can't be,
and fill this hollow void in me

You tore this need away from me,
and left a hole for all to see
Now I will steal what you can't feed
You must've known, I have no need.

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Concealed within the dark,
a ghost that's not a part
detached behind those eyes,
awaiting promised lies

The dance; a spiral move
Such pointless points to prove
A turn that comes to pass,
the ghost dissolves to glass

An essence deemed as wrong,
conform just to belong
mismatch those glassy eyes,
a drug for broken minds

Unnatural and so strange
a nature that won't change
with all that comes to pass,
this ghost remains in glass

These black mirrors,
reflect what I see
A clear picture,
of things I don't need

A shy distance,
the safety between
Reject whispers,
from ghosts that deceive

False lips that start to bleed
half-truths play hide and seek
These words collect in mass,
to fall and shatter glass.

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