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Destined To Dust
It's The Hardest To Write When There's
Nothing But Momentum Driving The Misery.
- Every Single Day is The Same -
Each Limb Protruding From My Torso, Which
May as Well Just Be Headless Flesh and Muscle.
- Wouldn't Make a Difference -
I am Destined To Dust, as are We all, The Impact
I Have Created Will Follow Me Only To Soil.
- The Decaying of Empathy-
Every Particle, Every Fibre of My Entity Screams
At The Exact Same Time With The Same Voice.
- Somebody Set Me Free -
"Dont You Get It Boy?" They Scream To Me, "Don't
You Get It? We are Nothing, You... are Nothing"
- ...Without Her -
Time Seems to Ten Fold The Scenarios I Create
So Speedily, Causing Small Cracks To Appear Vast.
- All Cavernous and Crumbling -
Walking Past Pictures of Your Childhood, Hands All
Covered in Cloudy Residue, Wondering Where it Went.
- You Have Nothing -
To Fall From Grace You Must First Reach it, But I can't
Hold Myself Accustomed To Such a Privilege, Not Yet.
- Maybe Death Will Verify My Existence -
- Just Like She Did -
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