remember the corners you turned?
those turns continue to stand there, still
with too many creepers around my feet
those turns continue to stand there, still
with too many creepers around my feet
wish, someday, somewhere…
you could taste this existence
nights which killed me…
could somehow knock on your doors,
you could taste this existence
nights which killed me…
could somehow knock on your doors,
the name still dances on my lips
but my voice cracks…
the quest of the expanse, still on
but my senses are weary…
but my senses are weary…
the unquenched thirst, still hurts
but my senses soaked…
but my senses soaked…
a vision… a mirage
beginning of an obsession
transformed into devotion
beginning of an obsession
transformed into devotion
am no longer my own
bathed in the blood
of my hurt..
hurt of my own want
hurt of my own desire
hurt of my fear
of my hurt..
hurt of my own want
hurt of my own desire
hurt of my fear
fear of knowing you
fear of losing “you”
fear of losing “you”
the mirage…
my saviour
my nemesis
my continued reverence…
my nemesis
my continued reverence…
…you are now the messiah
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