tomorrow could whisper in the ear of reason would the lies of yesterday cripple the monster in the eyes of passion
it is the rhythm of dreams to slow burn our blessings
it is the cycle of dysfunction to invert our perversions
swing this world into a conundrum of unborn fate and secret me away to another body in a reality that listens to the song of inner hell and chaos
infinity i now grasp
silent beauty in this twisted painting of a man gone insane
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