I sit in loneliness and watch the meaning of my past.
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It dances and twitches then it lays down and dies.
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I see the morning sky tremble and then it open and begin to cry
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as night falls and darkness fills my room... whispering thoughts haunt
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me,
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my candle burns low.
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Can I find my fate ? Can I be one with my desire ?
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The perchment of my future burns fast and I burn myself
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badly in my futile attempt to save it.
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The black blood of my heart weeps, in every tear a part of myself.
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I have features of youth but a soul of age.
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Why can't I see the web of lies my life is based upon so I can cut
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them
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and become one with the sky ? I long for the harmony... the peace
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within me.
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I wish to see myself in the burning light of truth and no longer be a
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victim of hate.
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I search for the purity in me... I search in my blood...
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I open my vein to see what ever it may be.
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And as the red rivers of my life flow from its tunnels and caves...
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I see lies and falseness die.
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I'm fading away, drowing in a thick mist of burning ice.
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I'm showered in the blood of dying hate and I feel pure.
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I'm taken to the breast of my truth and I'm reborn.
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I Summon Thee, Oh Father / Death Embrace Me
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| Ophthalamia |
