There’s no dawn where we live.
I watch as you step inside my soul, scavenging for a candle holder,
accompanied by an indefatigable passion to touch this purely
In my hands I caress your ethereal skin, freckled with my scars. On
your lips, I turn your truths into lies
I’m all that you should despise
Oh, my beautiful marionette
When will you realize?
Tell me when it gets cold, and I’ll lend you my straight-jacket,
whilst I put on another disguise.
There’s an equilibrium in madness.
In our tunnel; you had the vision
to descry the years of loyalty beyond the brutality. And time has
stolen everything except our problems.
You see, I have always been the architect of my own abyss.
Until you came along and furnished it into your own wishing well,
leaving me to rest & dwell, in this never-ending boundary spell.
Where my subconscious…
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