Before the good night strokes my will right, I feel that I must speak my piece Long ago is too much to show, long winds carrying the end Some fall before their will shows verses the veil- Long live the brave, long walks for the broken
In here, no one can see this fear The terrors that reel forward from the banned husks A little thought of doubt, a sudden crash of worry Among this invasion happens to be hidden gems A stand to face the stark, -a chance to break out
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As flipping coins feel better than flipping out, I pace around so I can holdout my thoughts Even when trees break, -even as the dead walk, I talk with a straight walk in the direction of my weight Even if I cover up with sheer razor lies, -even if they break
Out there, no one knows the real story So I look cautiously for others with ill intent Until they can paint me in their light, -until I shine ultrabright, with the shame that I feel that they`re right Until I understand, -until I can be more than sharp and shy
While lighting up the next flare pit I adjust my feelings I sense an urge to act as unthinkable Hoping to become gone, hoping to belong- But the truth isn`t more clear than feeling alone... Hoping with wits end, hoping even again
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Hoping in a trance from beyond the lands I still stand, understanding lore and ends that bore the unwilling Trying to ease interest in the void, trying to climb out- Adjusted to hopelessness, and now I want out- Trying to borrow light, trying to become my own night
Although I lack the means, no armor needs to fit me Being a symbol that sparkles has its own right Someone to remember, someone to consider The one that can split apart from their coals- Someone to set scores, someone to sparkle slight
Yet as I heal and bide to paste my mind back in place, I still feel the numbing weight of jaws flaying my hide! Not how I plan to go, not this way- For while I know that even my will can die... Not this one, not today-
Does one need to show a personality to be understood or can it be discovered by exploring through their personal space? Even showing the real you might only reflect what you want, but feelings are known to be reflected in action.
