Zyx We'Ve Gathered Here Today
Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision
Only forward toward death
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear
Hindsight is haunting
Glamorous, isn't it?
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage
Change is not an option
But only happiness
Always
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