Aaron Lynn

If either of us truly cared
As much as we both claimed,
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There you stand again,
Your lust for youth outweighs your guilt.
You'll stack it up and watch it fall,
Then turn away from all you've built.
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Through the mossy abyss, I am beckoned
Treading the woodlands of my deepest dreams
In the ominous gleam of the twilight
I see you amongst the black trees
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I stare into the glass,
I see no answers there.
The frost has settled in
Once again...
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As floating debris
Across the span of the vast
Within the primordial womb
Our throats, as a whole, would be open
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Please dispose of your mind.
Oh, please! Dispose of your mind!
Gather it's contents and toss it aside.
Don't worry! Dispose of your mind!
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Perhaps you feel as I do,
But empathy clouds no one's fate.
It's cold hands will smother us all,
Regardless of alliance or faith.
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In the darkest times, I slumber.
I awaken, and I wonder.
Why I feel the scalding sun.
As it revives the fallen blood.
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There is no tyrant quite like feeling.
A bondage that cannot be released.
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Dragged beneath the earth,
Looking coldly at the sky.
The brainless ones alter their limbs
While feasting on their minds.
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If only my shyness was broken,
And sent with a wrath to its grave.
If only the words that I've spoken
Were welcomed with more than false praise.
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Take me back to where I was,
I'm far from ready for the world.
Lead me back into my shell
Where I will lay, forever curled.
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Seekers of the light
Charred by the flare of it's aura
Swirling in nocturnal reverie
In ecstatic pursuit of thy prominence
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Through the life that I have crafted,
Through the seeds I've left unsown.
Through the swiftest of betrayals,
Reaping all I've ever known.
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I've seen the sun rise.
I've witnessed it's fall.
From the frigid to the scalding.
I can't pinpoint whats beyond.
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They gather in congregation.
Their prophet wired into their core.
To avoid, and yet, to conquer.
The blood on Satan's sword.
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At the zenith of my being,
I can see a light ahead.
Illumination slowly rises
From underworlds of pain and dread.
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This coil shall end abruptly
By my own empowered hand.
The curse of aging will not take me,
I transcend its dishonoring vice.
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With the ego cast away,
You see this gift in brand new lights.
The bigger picture is revealed
Within the landscape of the skies.
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My wings have spread like righteous fire
That melts away all grief.
Awakening the dormant will
That spent far too long asleep.
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