A neglected youth,
recessed further into
a blackened pool,
of which none should swim within
lacking of tools required to float
through the abyss of our memory
a treacherous task left without a spoken process
only empathy remains to guide those
with no sense of self in the dark
an escaping sight, drenched in the essence
one should seek with their heart
a lost art, the great work,
passed down, in symbols
unfolding only to a fleeing sanity
the only remedy for this human condition
tragedy evokes this crippling madness
a feedback loop pulling you in like a magnet
blurred on the canvas lay our disillusions
only escaping when not taking form
casting a shadow of bitter regret
splitting the self, enacting separation
but the proud wont dare speak of this
for it reveals the self, an egocentric hypocrite
Oh why so restless towards this crusade
who is it that you wish to impersonate
A cast out
lacking honor
lurking in shadows
waiting for tomorrow
you fucking coward
fearing the truth
it's only so long
you can mislead the youth
so fuck that, and fuck you
we wont cease
as long as our blood's blue
to this vision
we will remain true
so come forth and we will
lay you in your tomb
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