.:: Phasing Close Relations ::.

I stay connected to paths the evil in men has perfected
and find myself in the mausoleum that Lucifer erected.
How come I stay reflected by mirroring your imperfections,
when my vices set the mood for society's rejections?
''You're nothing but a man!'', and a dead one at that...
but I crossed the land with the help of humanity's map.
So many obstacles and traps, mountains with dead hopes,
and slopes of misfortune where the fountain of death glows.
Too many ''let knows'' turned to left notes are never read,
so I shed a tear for the forgotten doves that were never fed.
And so I've bled through layers of broken trust and tragedy,
It hurts so much when you're losing touch with lust and family.
Yet I accept these truths angrily and make truce with sanity,
since they'll lose in vanity I settle for second place in reality.