Caught in this great scheme
Perhaps I am too Mortal of a man
Shamed and cruel
Sipping my blood and destroying the few good men
I think its a Time of self catharsis
Dwindling deep with in this giant scape of self
Holding onto something Broken;
Can we break through to the other side together
and leave this fabled world behind
I am sick of acting upon this stardust stage
How much beauty is forgotten or broken
for the simple progression of some chemical creation
Take a deep breathe as the air escapes the holding cell
Fear not the fall of your State but the rise of your tender heart.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
Caught in this great scheme
Perhaps I am too Mortal of a man
Shamed and cruel
Sipping my blood and destroying the few good men
I think its a Time of self catharsis
Dwindling deep with in this giant scape of self
Holding onto something Broken;
Can we break through to the other side together
and leave this fabled world behind
I am sick of acting upon this stardust stage
How much beauty is forgotten or broken
for the simple progression of some chemical creation
Take a deep breathe as the air escapes the holding cell
Fear not the fall of your State but the rise of your tender heart.
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