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A body of white walls houses familiarity Somehow even familiarity has become distorted beneath the the raw cinder blocks doused white enough that I could see the eyes of the past the eyes of the future looking back at me, the eyes of the present that must journey behind the white walls into the familiar unknown For there is something there Beyond the walls built up so very high that will only crumble and only die For there is something there I must look now look through the deep crevices deep through my mind For there is something there What do I find? I see people I see minds Beyond the white walls looking back at I Why oh why must I continue? looking forward only to look back again I am stuck, encased inside eternity Only looking back to find a way out a way out of me Me I have always been my own infinity Inside, a prisoner handcuffed to the white walls I am shackled here, alive and kicking Death here in the eternal infinity Great intellects dead, killed by me I am my own infinity I must **** me I will be free no longer shackled I am my own infinity I am my own uncertainty I am my own familiarity It is me you see I am my own infinity The white walls close in on me, my own infinity I do not want to change myself I do not want to change me I change or I die Death’s kiss might be sweet Death’s kiss may free me, finally I cannot accept it I will not I just want to be me but I am everyone else and they are me my own infinity Everything, everything Beyond the white walls are nothing you see White walls everywhere White walls everything Encasing all of us It is here, it is here The white walls shackle us, shackle us to reality, to society There is forever no infinity in me The familiarity tastes of death mistaken for reality We are all reality The burning truth The familiarity the distorted familiarity that is reality is society We rely on each other So much we shoot each other We are not strong We are not smart We can be We can be We can be If we break the shackles If we stop listening to reality society
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
White Walls (Final)
A body of white walls houses familiarity Somehow even familiarity has become distorted beneath the the raw cinder blocks doused white enough that I could see the eyes of the past the eyes of the future looking back at me, the eyes of the present that must journey behind the white walls into the familiar unknown For there is something there Beyond the walls built up so very high that will only crumble and only die For there is something there I must look now look through the deep crevices deep through my mind For there is something there What do I find? I see people I see minds Beyond the white walls looking back at I Why oh why must I continue? looking forward only to look back again I am stuck, encased inside eternity Only looking back to find a way out a way out of me Me I have always been my own infinity Inside, a prisoner handcuffed to the white walls I am shackled here, alive and kicking Death here in the eternal infinity Great intellects dead, killed by me I am my own infinity I must **** me I will be free no longer shackled I am my own infinity I am my own uncertainty I am my own familiarity It is me you see I am my own infinity The white walls close in on me, my own infinity I do not want to change myself I do not want to change me I change or I die Death’s kiss might be sweet Death’s kiss may free me, finally I cannot accept it I will not I just want to be me but I am everyone else and they are me my own infinity Everything, everything Beyond the white walls are nothing you see White walls everywhere White walls everything Encasing all of us It is here, it is here The white walls shackle us, shackle us to reality, to society There is forever no infinity in me The familiarity tastes of death mistaken for reality We are all reality The burning truth The familiarity the distorted familiarity that is reality is society We rely on each other So much we shoot each other We are not strong We are not smart We can be We can be We can be If we break the shackles If we stop listening to reality society
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
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