Zakhele Anigon

I am you, we are one
Once again for years to come
I am you, we are one
Together in our final stand
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It has been so long since we've been
A piece of my mind did never leave
My memories betray my obsession
They've become jaded and it's a lesson
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The only place I see myself as one is in a mirror.
I am blended, parsed and rendered
And all the layers are projected into a single image
But images do not include voices
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It's already here
Another night the same thing is crawling near
It waits for me in my bed
Grabs hold of me beneath my sheets
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It's either something brand new
Or that thing old as the very nature
Am I alone the sole witness
Is this a choice of nurture
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It's dark again
Lost the sense of being
Where is the light
I truly hate not seeing
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Words.
Painting the picture.
Flow.
A river gushing through a fissure.
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Freedom oh freedom,
I lust for you continually
Like a broken record,
On yearning stuck perpetually
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I drink nightmares and gulp down chaos
Bathed in acid, in dissolution
Nightmares become me
Chaos spans me to all directions
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Blind is the guardian
Blind is the maid
Blind are the horses
That carry my name
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I brace myself with willingness
My strength is still not done

Forever and ever growing inside of me
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A shadow, black as if light had never been
Cast in paradox, from outside to within
Turning liquid, obeying not the nature's laws
Dynamic, flooding the flesh as it slowly flows
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I was forsaken so much
I only asked you for a touch
The deepest thought of me was you
The no I saw just came true
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I brace myself with selflessness
Bound with blood I'm now in her

Forever and ever she's inside of me
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I brace myself with hopelessness
Out of tears my eyes have run

Forever and ever locked inside of me
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Silence falls upon shattered links
Heavy, thick and restless it guards the words
Guards the unspoken truths of inner states
And dust gathers slowly
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Everyone follows their own divorced reality
Perceiving images smothering their fantasy
Standing alone versus this damning world
Feel empty handed, weaponless and sore
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Words can fail us
Every moment is unique
But equiped are we with a finite set of words
Tasked to describe the thought and the feeling
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The winds like sweet blades carve
And the subjects clothes wail that warmth can't they offer
Which why should be heard first, which joy and which sorrow should be shared
Being, hard and rough like infertile soil, needed to be watered with sweat to get fixed
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I thought I'd heal faster
But my wounds are still wide open
Like a dog I keep licking
So much my mouth is dry
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