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Jun 14
I have a record on being my own punisher
The bars on my cell were made
from my own words
I’m the warlock of my curse
Conjuring my worst

I constantly rewrite all my fantasies
Because I loathe even who I pretend to be
My consciousness is the intruder of my dreams
I stole my sleep

I need to feed my desires
Or push them away
But I’ll be there with them
I’ll be held by mistakes

I can’t control all the galaxies in the universe
Had that realization when I was moving none
How could I seek for that power after all I’ve done?

I need to feed my desires
Or push them away
But I’ll be an ignorant doing nothing
I can’t learn anything

They were tongue tied, they were mad when they saw me
Cause they could perceive all I tried to bury and all I hid
All my fool pretension masqueraded in gears I’ve seen
I’m an old fossil dressed in shiny things
I won’t be taken by the wind

After all I’ve lost and earned my hands are still empty
And the reflection of who I’ve become never felt so mean

Will I rest the beast controlling me?
Will I ever find peace in destiny?
I know I won’t know in obscurity.
Amy Herech
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Amy Herech
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     guy scutellaro
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