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The Passing
I'm dreaming a dream that faded,
slowly awakening to who I am not.
Within the thought of painful amazment,
I fall into the lifeless plot.
Slowly fading, slowly excaping,
from who I am not.
They see flowers, I see fire.
They build towers, I fall as a liar.
I have no heart, so they claim.
So in the dark, i will wait.
Slowly as the darkness consumes me,
i fall at the end of thee unruly.
For I am not fit for this world.
The Passing of yours truly,
poiseneing the minds,
creating a qaurrel.
slowly consuming.
from what you deserve.
Peace.
I am not deserving,
atleast,
this is what i feel,
I'm more or less,
stranded,
deserted, on what i once
thought was real. Slowly
consumed by darkness.
slowly in thier mind it lurks,
that I'm always creating violence,
in the glitch of each verse,
you see him riding away in a hurse,
stuck in the dirt,
locked away with him
and his broken memories.
I see you all,
trapped with validity.
Trying to figure out
why "I" would ever
give in to thee.
it seems that
those that love him,
shouldn't.
and the ones that "do", wouldn't.
Hesitate to hurt him.
so how can he love
in a world that couldn't?
If anyone could understand
what he feels,
they'd know that his wounds
were hard to heal.
In the passing you
may find out he
wasn't a lie.
and while your laughing,
holding the truth inside,
I hope it kills you a little more,
because when i die,
I dont have to feel anything anymore.
but I will stay alive,
for i am strong,
even when I die,
my truth will live on.
So till the end of time my friend,
is where I'll be waiting,
to rise up again,
as the kid who
knew what he was saying.
I'm dreaming a dream that ended,
slowly awakening to who I am not.
Within the thought of painful reprehending,
I fall into the lifeless plot.
Slowly fading, slowly excaping,
from who I am not.
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