There's something wrong,
This can't be mended by time
Hopeless it isn't the right word
But it's the first that comes to mind
It happens so quickly
By means of your eyes
Animus adore us
A shell that's left behind
Senses consumed
Brace yourself
A momentary trip in time
This spectacle has been transformed
From brilliant to blind
Will built upon nomadic desperation
Feral consequence
Turning from the light you found
A map in the dark
Resonating lucid sound
A symptom of your death
Siphoned by individual chastity
What's left of your last breath
Is not what it has to be
Summon for a pulse
Knowing you're not all okay
Running in full circle
Not half, but pure disarray
Turn from light found
Map in the dark
Resonate lucid sound
Faith forgotten
Leave behind a fortune
Abandon pennies in a well
Other people's best wishes
Won't save you from this hell
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