Live in doom and riddle
Stoop on a martyr, ridden
Psychotic episodes
Bending over, writing love letters
Held your breath
Braced yourself
Moved your arms and committed
Writing notes in ink
And a letter at six degrees
I was ensured by reality
Once the door is unlocked
Never bound by the shackles
Of my true love
Blind incompetence
Blasphemy in straying
The knowledge
The decedents are left for dead
The madness I'm in
Walking through sweet slumber
I live in infamy
Shame is fury
Blind to victory
And candle my soul
The temple bleeding
There's time for healing
But there is no time to mourn
See these images I paint on these walls
Surreal as they are
They are my religion
Through my stare at your window
You can see me from there
Through the part of
The sharp eyes of an angel
The madness from your ring
Take my hand
I'm being my true love
Soaked in medicine
White knuckle holocaust
Disgust the triumph
That seeks to violate your progress
So I will live and die every day
And I will live forever
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