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Steadily Lurking
Join Date: Jul 2013
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![]() ![]() On the road stoned, I walk along the path as madness creeps in, it begins to take its grasp, splitting up my better half, dead or alive?... so you do the math equating to the balance that's now getting slashed renew my cells, I can finally shed my skin at last the world slitters away, now... I'm stashed, it's leaving me left to brush the dust of the day, sweep the trash hourglass shattered the clash, cheers through distorted glass, all I'm left with is questions to ask, myself, What's exactly here? I stomped through hearing my footsteps echo these cobblestones stained with the poured libations of spilled beer, dead silence, I drown my sorrows for the casualty of another's fallen peer brotherly extinct that thinly veers through the veil of timeless years waving goodbye, my head down, however, I never purchased these tears run away... Have lost my mind despite these fears? the spectrum of validity seems to be no longer defined So just tell me why... I'm seeing these things, the black crows, dark skies, and dead rose? all grave images? yea... I suppose... my mind... be distorted at times, endlessly ticking deeper, I'm bending the hands that produce these wavy staticky lines pasting me by, in a flashback... that was never mine it's like I'm seeing some sort of loop of a rewind Interscoping through these imprinted lines to a place where my own reality is, but somehow I'll never find so back and forth, I pace, on the paved road, where ghostly images have taken their hast and vanished without a trace, I'm puzzled by missing pieces, a faded jigsaw face, piece together every day's a struggle to determine where's my place the pieces have gone and fallen misplaced while shadows move, and I run to chase, gone, now I question my own space, the ruins crumbled as the dimensional shifts into this story, the ghost is the mist of the recording, frequencies paint the downfall of this quarry, blood sweat, and tears parts the allegory Dantes peak while lost souls are stuck in this looping purgatory
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