You stand close like your by me, yet wondering off on your own when i sleep, the blood is pouring on the floor, and the words of demise that are channeled, through your inspiration, your goals, your mind, through your actions, always wanting to experience the unknown, but when i look your not there, just the mistakes you left for someone else to clean up, I create a motion, and i try, dedicated to my words, everything has to end and it all falls apart, no matter what i see in you, and i want to be, always throwing it back on me, without a frown on your face, a sacrifice that you perform, when i turn to face you, just a mistake staring at me, for once the weakness that i have shown, has sewed itself up, recovered from the lies you subject me to, and the disiese of blindness you have, for seeing the true me.
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