Prospect
In this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
It seems I have cursed this presence of life
I have placed doom
Upon any courtesy of essence due to what’s right
Your angel of light
One flash
A simple loan of your most treasured belongings
And in my vaults of anguish shall rest your ash
Messiah of arched smiles
I’ve carried this burden
For time has been measured “a while”
Summon me perched in hurt
I have searched for the warmness within your smirk
Beyond my pieced together songs
My emptiness lurks
Never the less it’s all in further efforts
Yet in this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
Disaster shall not be worn
Therefore the pieces of this song
You shall not mourn
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