Promises of undying things
Crystalline and prismatic,
Brown and enigmatic,
Like the leaves on the ground.
I've locked the night away
Hiding the trinkets of today.
Slept the days away.
Lately I seem to like it better that way.
When I open my eyes again
An inch of dust lay on my head.
So I wipe the tears shed,
Get outta bed,
Decide I need to be sewn, stitched, and fed.
Never, never again
Will I feel this dead.
Despite my fears and frenzies
I remain friendly,
My rage for the enterprise
Contributes to my demise,
But I can hide under the blanket anytime
Where I remain sublime,
Sublime...
I've risked life and limb to become myself
And although I'm not at the end of my road
I know there's no regrets.
I've seen good and evil to become a grey
And although the other colors fade with time
It will lead me to my middle.
So beautiful it's almost sinful
So beautiful it's almost sinful
It's almost sinful
So beautiful it's almost sinful...
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