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Made up concept of a-clinical life in A minor |
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| zinder door
vervuld verlangen
tot duister
laat betasten
wat verboden hoort te zijn
in kwetsbaar puur
verstilt een wens
en eens dat altijd blijft...
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imperfection
is my burden
all i had left, now..
..when all else is gone
when all else fails
i'll kneel before you
the purest of sin
my fear becomes king
and imbalance
is my virtue...
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when nothing
comes to mind
these dried eyes
will impose..
away is next to me
to be for what has been
away has got to be
in mind, in debt
for all insane
i grant you..
singularity...
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liquid
see-through
captured
in solid red
it shapes
and breaks..
into reflection
..until frost
brings doom...
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can't believe i lost control
and let you fade, be gone
had to close my eyes again
taking orders, following sin
- cries for help -
just one move was all it took
for fatal damage to be done
- heart shut tight -
wash the blood off my hands
..my guilt off your skin...
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empty love has
stained our hearts
collected screams
while we prayed
for dreams
to make us escape
this mould..
soon our 'nothing'
will make me see
you breaking down
created an enemy
..and deep regret
will tear us apart
completely...
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extract affection
inhale
admire
pretend to be
intentions opposing
the hunt
of pure, what is
what's not
each and other
we consume...
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grasp
pure innocence
lie to me
overwhelming beauty
faking
seducing but deceiving
blinded by
the deadliest of white
so frail...
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..zoektocht in wacht..
volgt stilte, ontneemt kracht
doet stromen naar waarheen
innig gesloten en aaneen
tot verblinden pijn onthult
"..opdat bloedelozen
nooit meer blozen"
en leegte harten vult...
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Rambles.
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Nothing's for sure.. except maybe for this one: This is all about you.
In hearts. In death.
In due time.
Don't be mistaken though.
We are not anywhere to be found in here..
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Need to feed?
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Take a number! Do tell... |
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