I just want to feel alive!
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I've been thinking about absurd things;
drumming up terrible ideas from an
endless well of no return!
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What return could I muster?
Can I play the wolf without
preying upon the weak?
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I'm searching for a middle ground;
yet, still, to codes, I am somewhat bound-
codes that may not live inside of me.
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Oh, I've seen terrible things!
I have actualized- Nay! Come alive!
I've been here the entire time.
Where's the compass in me?!
Am I drawn to believe?!
Oh, tell me! Am I so unsure!?
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We're all complacent in our own ways.
We're all bearable in at least one case!
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We're the honesty
that we would love
to lead.

My love is burning evermore.
My love breathes ashes in the air.
She is the closest I abhor.

She is Despair.

My love is longingly ignored.
My love, she answers with a stare.
She is a cost I must afford.

She is Despair.

My love is pulsing with desire.
My love is anxious, unaware.
She is but one voice in a choir.

She is Despair.

"My love," I'm asking, "are you scared?"
My love is shaking, broken, bare.
She is forgiveness scarcely shared.

She is Despair.

how much stock
can you put in a bluff
if you're not sure
it means much,
if you're not sure
it's enough?

You say the word,
I'll lead the way.
The cost is high,
we'll surely pay.
You've started a fire
that we can't put out.
There's no forgiveness
within our drought.

You say the word,
I'll wreck the past.
We split the cost
to raise the mast.
It is your silence
that seems to coast.
It is our distance
that hurts the most.

You say the word,
I'll lead the way.
We both will slowly
d  r  i  f  t    a  w  a  y.
Yet, without you,
I'm merely dust.
In suit, I'll follow,
if I must.

You say the word,
I'll wreck the past.
There is no point
in going last.
I will speak first
if you don't ask.
It is our sorrows
in which we bask.

If there is a god,
he must be a coward.
He never shows his face
in our worst of hours.

There are no signs
pointing in his favor.
Maybe he's run out
on his terrible neighbors.

There is no creed
to our repentance.
We've all been born
with a life sentence.

The racket
starts it all;
lights the chain;
sounds the call.
Ever-present
is the echo;
it screams
to let go.
Let go.
Let go.

This is solace,
so let's
let the glass
go down.

This is solace,
no less
than living
life unbound.

This is solace,
caress
your fingers
in my palm.

this is solace.
solace
represents
no harm.