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In the bitter solace of this silent abyss I am not the one I thought I was before I want to escape But I’ve punished fate By myself to be here where I don’t belong The reasons cease to be A recourse that appeals to me I've found naught but a glimmer [[I found you instead]] And so I cut away This decay of flesh and hate I've been dressed in since I've known my face I may have hastily Said this meant more to me But forever is such a caustic lie And now you are in me Accosted and withering I cut this stubborn sinew [[I had once called a heart]] So I bleed to breathe And bleed to believe The pain is merely a wake up to the end To the end of me A bliss-less eternity My hands are cold, but my vision never so clear Now will you call for me And hear my eternity The lifeless saga of a lost savant © 2015
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Saga of the Lost Savant
In the bitter solace of this silent abyss I am not the one I thought I was before I want to escape But I’ve punished fate By myself to be here where I don’t belong The reasons cease to be A recourse that appeals to me I've found naught but a glimmer [[I found you instead]] And so I cut away This decay of flesh and hate I've been dressed in since I've known my face I may have hastily Said this meant more to me But forever is such a caustic lie And now you are in me Accosted and withering I cut this stubborn sinew [[I had once called a heart]] So I bleed to breathe And bleed to believe The pain is merely a wake up to the end To the end of me A bliss-less eternity My hands are cold, but my vision never so clear Now will you call for me And hear my eternity The lifeless saga of a lost savant © 2015
neal-emanuelson
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
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