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Come away with me,
Flee the fear and guilt.
From this careless morality
Watch as reality tilts...
Profound meanderings on the path to thralldom,
All lead to the mirror of your soul.
That pedantic voice will burn down our kingdom
Before it has fufilled its final role.
Give in to regret, achieve nothing but panic,
I left my sympathy with the radioactive corpses
Of newborn babes, leftovers of a conflict sick.
Valueless, like your present tears, leaked from the aborted.
Pain only lasts as long as you allow it.
The survivor chooses when to cease everything,
The doomed to fail knows it from the start:
Victory over those lumps of clay in your heart.
The trail of fears ends before the mind has adjusted
And the meal digested
By sinners subjective
To where you're coming from.
Life emboldened by the blade in my hand
And the blood singing in my veins,
Until they meet
And greet
In a big bang greater than any before...
Or,
Fall like he did from the huge height
And leave your insides spread out on the ground:
A museum piece, a wondrous sight,
Until come the vermin, the rat, the hound.
They feed on you in life and death,
You can smell his spirit on their breath.
So I give in to the whim
And build my funeral pyre.
A final resting place, as my eyes grow dim
To seal my fate in a pillar of fire...
I choose not:
To accept resolutions final, from a deity subliminal
Or to show the world how my thought has unfurled.
To show remorse for hating the sun
Smothering light uncovering all the deeds I've done.
To apologise for my darkness, for my reflections of starkness.
For the trail marked with sound, for the words in your ear.
Forgiving for this heart so bound, for this unforgivable tear
That rolls down your cheek and tastes of our life, so bleak...
I choose to fight on,
And on, and on, forever anon.
To clear my head of torment
For one moment of clarity
That enwraps me with tendrils of luscious life,
That, far from peace, instead increases my strife,
That obliges me a million times to strangers and friends,
That for the first time in a long time, my wounds it binds and mends.
So I crawl on
Under the weight of myself
And the world on my shoulders
Causes my back to bend.
(So he staggers on
Under the weight of his thoughts
And the world on his shoulders
Causes his back to break...)
But still we journey ahead
And don't look back for fear of the dead...
That bit in brackets is supposed to be read at the same time as the paragraph just before...
