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Individuation
06:04
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With a heavy heart
I had declared my defeat
Done pretending I was fine
Done with empty smiles
Toes hung at the edge
Toes hung at the edge
Devoid of functionality
Lost touch with reality
No connection to really speak of
Why couldn’t I let my face be shown
I could not let myself be known
From behind the curtain
I cast the very first stone
Dreadful being bring me home
I couldn’t make it on my own
Could never focus on my health
Breeding anger towards thine self
Let none dwell within
silent ‘til these petty thoughts win
I now know better than to feed the beast
The beast within us all, the ultimate foe
Every day’s a battle, deafening and sick
I’m not afraid
To lose myself
Forever free
Remember me
with a fist deep in the dirt, and a middle finger raised
I reclaim purpose, and who I used to be
One step at a time
Treading carefully
Over the thin ice that is life
But with logic, reason and persistent strength
These feelings will die
Along with my hatred of human kind
This is a revelation in itself
No more denial
Exerting only truth,
Self-revolution
In my shaky hands
The fall,
So tempting
New Found Conviction, obtained
Old fears of change, now distant
Let none dwell within
silent ‘til these petty thoughts win
I now know better than to feed the beast
The beast within us all, the ultimate foe
Every day’s a battle, deafening and sick
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Trail
03:53
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Scratches line the halls
With fingers reduced to bone
The screams of the isolated echo the halls
Knowing they care not for your health
But for the procurement of wealth
Objected to inhumane experiments
The familiar stench of waste
And when the doctors come
They grin and have their fun
Sucking life from those they’ve easily undone
Crying out in protest
Shock treatments rampant
Crying out in protest
Plans develop in their much-affected minds
One is thinking of his father
The cruel and unkind monster
That condemned him to this place
Swearing one day, to make his escape
“I’m coming for you, to end your wretched life”
“I’m coming for you, to end your wretched life”
This institution has many flaws
Vents loose, unlike the steel doors
He kicks one in, and climbs on through
His desire will come true
Spiders trail his body
While Never paying mind to sting of venom
Feeling the outside air
For the first time in years
On his feet again, sprinting as far as he can
To return to his former home
And upon arrival, seeks out mortal justice
Putting an end to this torture
In that moment, his mother screaming
He knows the end has come
With his mind at ease and the venom flowing
Rests his body, eternally.
Crying out in protest
Shock treatments rampant
Crying out in protest
Plans develop in their much-affected minds
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Oblique Shades
03:14
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Oblique shades, envelop
Empty thoughts, ever present
Oblique shades, envelop
Descent begins
Glass eyes feel nothing
Unable to relate to the ties of existence
Layers, continue to form
Of disconnected indifference
Submission, the only option
In a sea of lost conviction
The hollow vessel remains.
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To Reflect
05:49
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Trembling hands hold the picture frame
Tears fall upon the glass
In the reflection, a lonely old man
Trying to find within, restraint from total breakdown
Envying ideals of youth
For they are a stark reminder
Of a time chosen not to reflect
Of time in service
And the repercussions
Sleepless nights, dreamless sleep
All the time in the world to think
Yet remembers less everyday
Memories come in waves
The onset of decay
Knowing hope will fade
Knowing hope will fade
Remembers less everyday
The onset of decay
The workers present
The most precious possession
The last link to familiarity long gone
And so a vision creeps of mother
Holding the tiny hands of the brother
Looking upon the face of new life
And in wake
20 years reverse
Trembling hands hold the picture frame
Tears fall upon the glass
In the reflection
A lonely old man
Trying to find within, restraint from total breakdown
Envying ideals of youth
For they are a stark reminder
Of a time chosen not to reflect
Of his beloved
Once held in his arms
“Where is Gloria?!”
She sits in acceptance
In acceptance
Stroking old strands of grey
Saying “everything will be fine”
And then she disappears
Into the frozen night
Screeching for his wife
The end of his fading life
He knows, its time
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5. |
A Lack Of Substance
04:51
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Pipe-in-hand
Curling smoke
Light shines through isolation
So blinding, yet hypnotizing
Filled with false knowledge
The smell of burning sulphur
Distracts from the sound of children
They need help now, more than ever
To pave a solid path to their future
Waving them off, taking another hit
Into another world she goes
This is the portrait of descent
The smell of burning sulphur
Distracts from the sound of the world
There was once purpose
A voice to lead a generation
Reduced to nothing
Reduced to nothing
But skin, bone
And festering scars
The husband a staggering drunk
Abusive and arrogant
The cane, his only friend
Pipe-in-hand
Curling smoke
Light shines through isolation
So blinding, yet hypnotizing
The offspring of an overachiever
Never enough to impress
Never to impress
Labelled a fiend, A drop-kick, dead beat
Failure of a mother
With blacked out rotten teeth
Yearning for help
Rehabilitation, in sight
If she can make it through the night
While His weakened mind is screaming,
Dependant on substance
To sooth and ease the pain
To rot and kill the brain
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Emerging
02:49
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Pushed into a corner so tormented
Given daily beatings
Shouting at the ceiling For a hint of a feeling
Psychotic vermin, create a victim everyday
Can you see the subtle desperation on their face?
Hate breeds hate breeds
Hate breeds hate breeds
Hate breeds hate breeds
Hate breeds hate
This particular victim won't go down today
Creativity unbound
Standing out amongst the crowd
Such a beautiful mind
Overcoming everything
Where are the tormentors now?
Such a beautiful mind
Overcoming everything
Where are the tormentors now?
Befriended, feeling mass excitement
A new chapter is written
A new perspective emerges
Shifting philosophies
Progressive discussion
Transformation of mind
Changed cognitive design
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