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From a third eye a tear drops and dies
like the tears from a blue sky that sheds light
upon a new day, blanketing the streets in sorrow
My luck has run out of time to borrow
Run these narrow treads along my back
The village I built up, savages will sack 

A murder of crows will wait patiently 
Sitting high above the scenery 
Look down at me with gazes piercing through the trees
 

Tear at these seams and unravel this dream
Gouge my eyes with this very pen
May the ink and blood come together in the end
to paint a portrait of a rose so divine
Divine retribution to amend my crimes
My sins of laughter and hunger, and lethargy
are capital offenses that demand punishing 
So throw me to the gallows because you will not crush me
I am strong and capable of withstanding
Any blow of any strength
to my impenetrable ego of improbable defense

Imprisoned my soul may be, but I am still capable of flying
You may clip these wings but the nightingale will catch the wind
And ascend beyond the purgatory that you deemed fit
Even if they never have a chance to read this  
My diction will never be muffled and my thoughts can never be stifled
for their petty brainwashing propaganda is nothing that I cannot handle
They can drown me out and ignore what gets through
And these words will not matter for they are the truth

Forever fond memories of warm summer
Turn to hellish nightmares in which I suffer 
As long as the past remains, I will emerge from hell unscathed
I believe time is a continuum, we just think back to then
It is forever just as are the repercussions of our actions

They may never erase the times I felt alive
They may never erase the times I felt alive
They may never erase the times I felt alive
They may never erase the times I felt alive 

How I’ve come to detest your mannerisms 
The distinct way you stumble to your bed
When the poison sets in and clouds your head
How we’ve come to catalyze this schism
The tension is friction which causes heat
and a combustion whose flame cannot be beat

Engulfing everything, let this inferno take your life
Your blood, as concentrated alcohol will incinerate
Never again will I have to listen to you berate
Dishearten, and dismantle me for your own treat
For I am not a machine to be tinkered with
Nor a subject to do what thy bidding is

I am my own  
and with this declaration
I declare,

I am free 

It is bittersweet the feeling
When the world reciprocates
The tears fallen and gloom inside
The heavens themselves weeped,
as if knowledgeable of all the happenings
of the misshapen world below
The world of follies that weakens the strongest of men
Bringing them to their knee’s, stripping them of courage 

The pitter-patter of raindrops upon the car roof
The piercing silence that permeates the insides 
The dew that builds upon the one you love’s eyelashes 
Built up to fall and trickle down an embodiment of sorrow

Why is it that misery loves it’s company
Why is it that misery brings you down
What should only be my burden is finding its way to others

Purge from me these mortal coils
Turn me to that which never spoils
Open my eyes to a world unseen
Pull me away from these blithesome dreams
which obscure my vision with every sleep
and allow for a dark intent to seep
into my porous mind to manifest in
to a gruesome machination of sin
Awake in me dormant desire
A Natural urge and primal fire
To live, to breathe, to be as fleece
Light and free, and without lease