salvaging the remnants of my sanity staring back a tortured version of I used to be clock exhausts a minute nine soon I return to recesses of reality I am a prisoner of my own mind soon I invite a never ending serenity of death bodies torn apart the children burn the dancing flames beckon me feasting on still beating hearts orgy atop the defleshed elders pain absorbed unwillingly entices me vicarious display of what I can never be lean to the left my purpose now defined epiphany bequeathed upon me my mental state a chosen trauma sweat cascades profusely I shan't resist the sadist's siren wanton thoughts embalm me all the years wasted serving the consensus hoping my reward waits in agerlife humans are voracious endeavors are contentious never to obey and be patron to a lie now refute me the ills of my philosophy exist in the act of the theater of the absurd a world without hate connotates the irony causing misery and feel the remorse the visitant lies greed envy sloth one cannot survive without the other all the years wasted serving the consensus hoping my reward waits in the afterlife sign of the time enslaves me it traps me vicarious display of what I can never be moving to the left my purpose now defined the epiphany bequeathed upon me the visitantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
