Torments of My Own
Forsake me my clumsy heart
I have known peace and joy
But held them as a baby held a toy
How foolish a mischief on my part
Daring darling endeavours
Gaming the survival tempest
Stunts begrudge in me a shredded grandeur
I have found the misery I sought
After war is peace
The folklore reminds me a call to action
The steps I braved shape me motionless
I fret on how beyond is history ahead of my time
Glory glory
I enjoy the distant story
But my present flow
Praised me master of pain
Novice to tranquillity
Disintegration so delicate
Angonizing my ardor with great artistry
Destruction going so far with distraction
No allow even the cunning faith of mine to burlglarize its masterpiece
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