A sulfurous choir
Enthroned in the realms of light
A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise
Freedom gets him anxious, suffocating isolation
To the staring eyes behind the glass
A defaced figure lies upon them
To the already replaced one
Here's the peace of mind
You'll never find
Ripped into a neon light
As if the mirror reflects his skull
Staring back at him with its sardonic smile
Carnation leads by the flute of temperament
Total blackness among the pessimists
Blueish waters of past memories
Running through his refulgent arms
The mortals behind the wall
Hastening every step
Watching his bones crack
To see how long he lasts
He is of contemplation
The ultimate specimen of time
Growing desolation has come
Stripping the flesh, salting the wound
Nothing in life shall be granted
In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed
I am hunger, the desperate
A living lie, a contradiction
The fool's gold
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The indulging taste of rust
The conquering of nature's triumph
A caustic distraction in misery
A tragic moan of logic
All he ever dreamt
All he ever lost
Acid rain crying in wide open flesh
Forgiveness is a neverending flood
He lays down and wonder why he is here
Tranquillity tinged with terror
Perfectionist act in vanity
Between sorrow and paradox
The light ceases to shine