gods creation is in the midst of failure
suicide of the mind is our only way out
imperfection is pure
self destruction is treasured
all will collapse and fall
all wealth is a shadow
inexpressible in words
consumed with unknowns
not an altered state of mind
rapture in the skip of a heartbeat
all appearances are empty
it's not the pain inside yourself
that tears the deepest wound
could memories escape the haze
facing reality
of our own imperfection
overwhelmed and short of breath
the scars were hidden but never healed.




 
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