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Procrastinating Our Ends
Something about those soft ways invites me to let go
Somehow when she speaks, I'm encouraged to release
Sometimes when I feel her near me, I need not know a thing
I'd prefer simply to bask in her aura,
and her everything, and nothing
I wish to find the meaning within the tragedy, and accept it.
The cold air stiffens senses, inviting heat to be generated.
This generation is on fire, alive with every burning desire of darkness and of light.
We stand in awe of our meaningless ascension.
You captured me, yes, but I chose to comply so freely
You freed me from chains, then offered me a cage
Forgive me for escaping
Forgive me for what I had to do...to restore my demon's wings
I will never forgive you, despite the fact you're lying in your grave.
I will never forget your face, when you saw those wings spread.
the most meticulous of killers
I have volunteered to rob you
of everything you are
Voluntarily, I chose to end you,
but we both know how inevitable it was
I looked out across the tree tops, and saw the life within them rise in smoke, further polluting the atmosphere we breathe.
I looked out across the highway, and saw the barren waste, fully becoming everything I dreamed.
You must remain loyal to me, for my scorn is unrivaled.
We walk alone, through the masses and crowds
We see ourselves, in their faces, in their weakness
The floods of human kind pass us by, but we rarely stop to greet them
The waves of profane swarm around us, but we refuse to truly listen
This epidemic is spreading quickly, and its name is indifference
This sickness has entered our minds, but we no longer know the difference
The distance has grown so close to our hearts, no longer so distant
We grow closer, only in our coldness, yet further every moment...
....In the flames...