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Wayward Motions Sacrifice freedom for lucid illusions
We are
w
i
t
h
e
r
i
n
g away-
Teetering on the brink of
the end of
creation.
There is so much beauty denied in this world;
So much untouched, undiscovered, unheard,
u n l o v e d
Give a fraction of love just to watch it burn.
Softly now, tread amongst darker dreams.
The mirror is finally showing from within,
We can only wear our lies
but for so long;
Before the caustic illusion
begins to eat away the soul-
Why run from the inevitable?
I am closer now than I
ever was before.
Before the Dawn, before the Storm.
Truly, its nothing more than a theory.
But I'd rather sacrifice theories any day
than watch myself wither into oblivion.
