Fall Free, Unleashed

Severance is a deservance paid in paradox spaces

For those who crawl beneath the surface of lie, therefore lie

A slight distortion, a feeling of fear to be near

Though far it seems from all those grieving tears

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There is where I lie, or maybe I lie

When the tail-lights sparkle

To the shame of a fallen star

I survive

When the tears roll up to those gods in heaven,

I paint a smile so senile to know

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But the howls and the crimson night

As though offer some respite

From those mistakes once made

The cocoon of darkness crumbles

Letting the guard and soothe of shadow down

Silent, I now hear not a sound

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Crumbled and neath the shattered,

There is more, not just the gloom we adore

But the scent of a recluse,

So clear, so close

Eyed to the blank light

There is much more yet to be revealed

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Pathos that made the epic tales of the old

Now to my broken chariot, serve as a shore

Swimming home will never be easy

But how hard can falling into the black be?

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Death-Fuel Poetry