In the back of my mind
I remember a dream
My eyes had shot open
Assaulted by sounds
The ocean? I hear the waves.
I hear giggling
Not menacing, comforting
Is that a woman?
Does she recognize me?
I want to look closer
But, I see no face
What is this place?
No clues, no trace
Who is the figure?
Why does she linger?
I try to reach out with my fingers
Oh, she's gone, figures
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It's raining now
How long is this dream?
Is the message not received?
I can't see what I'm wearing
...
Who is that?
Standing at the threshold of water and sand
The woman from before, was this all planned?
She's soaked, wearing the same clothes as before
An umbrella? Was this always here?
I walk closer, yet I feel distant
The blank face turns to me
Wait, eyes, a mouth
A face has been revealed
Is she crying or has the rain marked its meal?
Her lips, they're moving...no sound?
"I'm sorry."
Huh?
She's walking into the ocean, drowning with no commotion
Locomotion, I need to run
Why is she crying?
What have I done?
How come I can't speak?
When will this dream find a theme?!
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Gasping, choking
Awake in a box of night
What was that dream?
I feel my face
Water...
Tears?
Are these out of fear or was it that severe?
...
I want to see her again
Maybe next time
I can shelter her from the downpour
...
If only I could've done it before.

Significance
What is left in the ruins of humanity?
Peacefully asleep, no longer awake
Memories of dust, happy in silence
Wishes are born from a good heart
But in a land of barren souls
How can one save all?
Such a shade of depression
A replica of once was
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On days like this
I see familiar faces turn into strangers
I'm going nowhere but I feel like a traveler
Not in my own home, nor my nation
When it all ends
I hope it's a beautiful song
I'd want a lullaby over a metal song
For at the end of our days
Angst and terror will no longer reign
No king to usurp the throne
Cause when we are all gone
None can oppose
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My voice cannot return
My prayers have faltered
If I wanted an answer
I'd be better making one myself
Longing for treasured times
In a chest with no key
Waiting for the day
When all is forgotten
Living off of vague hope
That billions will drop the hubris
Band together and deny ignorance
But when I yell
I hear no echo
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This weight of the world
Cannot be sheltered alone
My skin and bones
Wish for the end of the unknown
I hear the music box
But the tune is continuous
The theme of all of us, going down swinging
What do I swing at? Where is the bat?
Down at the 9th with the dignity of a doormat
So uptight, lost my appetite
Nothing's black and white yet so many deceive
What is the birthright of humans that say "goodnight"?

Cloudy days
All a haze
I had never felt right
I have no more fight
Gone is my light
No sting, no bite

How are you?
Me? Well, have you got a sec?
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Dead or alive
Which one am I?
Do I wanna be dead if all I do is survive?
Apathy, tragedy
Occasional care snuffed by cruelty
Feeding into the silence, violence
Born with flaws and no features
At least with toys
You can return them for a new one
Broken and fixed on the same day
Yet every **** day is a haze
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Trying to fix a human? Architecture.
One false move and the foundation is crumbled
There can be no pleasure if I am not conscious
It is all I am, can there be any lesser?
Pleasure and pain rock throughout my brain
Where is the drain to remove my strain?
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Fixing a disease comes with no ease
Especially when you have no idea what normal means.

I care for those
Who never cared for me
All I've become is a rat
No Black Plague
But I've gone from "everybody" to an antibody
Homebody, I am not scared of life
Yet, I cannot look it in the eye
Lips are rife with the word "lowlife"
Look away, I have become a deformation
The incarnation of flagellation, desolation
Isolation is all I crave
Who cares about being brave in the face of a wave?

Bad people don't exist
For that implies a universal opinion
Good is good
Bad is bad
But what is truly "bad" can be seen as good
Is it good to be bad? Bad to be sad?
Good implies a hero, bad suggests a villain
But life isn't called fiction
It's called R-E-A-L-I-T-Y
Exclamatory! This ain't a story
Perpetuating whims that were made long ago
To be a "protagonist" is to be a pro at conflict
And when conflict equals death, wouldn't that be bad?
Or have we forgotten the cosmic vacuum?
Which renders it all futile?
Denial, the absence of sense leads to nonsense
So when freedom reigns, all we can do is speculate

Show off your skills
Discover a true talent
So that when you do
Slick salesmen can make it monetary
Is this purgatory?
Talent with no passion leads to a miscarry
Scary, living life one day at a time
Because when the years go by
Your passion will fly
Not soaring high, just coasting by.