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So it's come to this? 

Us traversing the badlands alone

Crunching our shattered hopes under our feet 

The veils of hatred and deceit finally lifted, 

relinquishing all rights to your bloodline,

and my painted on wickedness fallen in flakes of realisations

And here i alone the blunt reason for your suffering

the victor of your heart and of thier persecution.

too high to tear down and too bold to stand back,

yet low enough to dangle by thier hatred.

is this the moment we look deep into eachothers eyes 

and finally realise we are all we have ever needed;

or will you look back to the horizon for new hopes

of the impossible? 

Of all the battles faced back to back

it was only ever thier punitive spites that ever overcame us.

plied with tainted bucket fulls of lies and hurtful deceits borne of jealousy, and fear.

Oh how they tried to tear you away with thier senseless obligations 

till you finally saw, and with eyes opened heart aligned with the view of truth.

and such a crashing rush of relief as the floods of realisation washed away the 

the tar and horrid mars 

and as I saw My new portrait painted through your new eyes

with your wonderful colours, left me brilliantly alive and grateful

Yet i could not enjoy it,

it's as if you bled the colours from yourself and left only the lines. 

you still crave the colour of their darkness

waiting on your dark hopes

as if the light will be released by some miracle.

As my lashings of extravagant and luscious stokes

aren't enough to bring you back to vivid life 

and as I furiously try to resuscitate the colours in your soul,

i find they still all mix in to grey...

and so, i wait as we crunch through the badlands together

for you to look deep into my eyes,

and see the colour waiting for you there.